WHEN in the yadda yadda and so forth it becomes necessary to eat food, we turn to our abundancies with little or no regard for the verisimilitude of the harvest. THESE ACTIONS by our oppressive (yet kind) neighbors, who speak with funny accents at the strangest times, have led us no choice but to declare ourselves independent from Upper Canadia, Lower Canadia, Middle- and Under Canadia, as well as Albuquerque. We do not declare war on anything except haute couture and duck lips. We strive for the right to be content with our inner selves and discontent with everything else. And by We I mean Me. Because I am We and One and One and One is kind of a lame lyric when you think about it.
IT THIS THEREFORE NOTED that should anyone care, Lopey will be meeting the public for His Majesty’s usual twelve minutes of consorting with the subjects at some point near either a Tim Horton’s or Starbucks soon.
AND LOPEY SAID, IT IS.