Fortunately, my friend from Norway (Norway? It is Norway, right? One of those, anyway) sent me one. From Norway, via Japan, with luv. I was with Starbucks for seven years and every time I tried to do something like this it just ended up looking like a very tan vagina.
Honestly. “Cowboy Meat?”
I wish I could shit you.
I was so stunned by the English blunders herein, I had to buy the menu from them. Can you imagine the scene when that happened? I’ll never forget it. They couldn’t decide whether to be flattered or confused.
Seriously, you have to check out this link. The menu is only the start of the fun; this commentator is being wasted. That is who should be hosting the Oscars, ferchrissakes.
That’s what you get for hanging around with sailors.
Luna, the Nootka Sound orca who was friendlier than a barfull of hookers at closing time has died. He was getting too chummy with a tugboat, and the propellers got him. The captain is, understandably, distraught. No word on how the locals are taking it, although given that they believed Luna to be the reincarnation of their dead chief, it can perhaps be guessed at.
“There’s really no blame,” said Ford, referring to the fact Luna loved playing with boats of any kind and seemed able to keep safe. By 2004, Luna’s affection for boats and float planes became a hazard. Fisheries officials tried to relocate him down the coast to reunite him with his pod, but local aboriginal people protested. The Mowaat-Muchalaat First Nation believe Luna to embody the spirit of their dead chief who died just days before Luna appeared. Luna was familiar with the General Jackson and went out to meet it, and got sucked into the propellers, and was killed immediately.
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