A recent "review" to express my own particular feelings about a few things I have been reading on PERB. It's not really my style to do blow by blow replies to some of the silliness I read online, but I hope this is met with the right intention.
PS - No animals or animal by-products were harmed in the making of this review.
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As per my usual sophisticated and self-important style, I called up XXXXX to book a multi-hour appointment. I followed that up with some recent emails from the public terminals at the Victoria Library where I revealed a bit about myself and the kind of interaction that I enjoyed with a woman.
I immediately invited her to my elegant home that only a privileged few would have the pleasure to experience -- by that I mean my cardboard box under the Johnson Street Bridge. I placed my Thrifty’s department store shopping cart strategically outside of my home awaiting her arrival. In anticipation of her arrival I had subtly infused the air with aqua velva and lemon scented anti-bacterial spray. I knew that would intrigue and compel her to enter my lair.
To make our encounter even more romantic (if you can believe it!)…I laid out a repast worthy of a king and his queen – expired vinegar, stale crackers, and un-squeezed cheese from only the finest processed tubes.
When she arrived we laughed and chortled at those who foolishly spent money on Shiraz from McLaren Vale without knowing that the real good Shiraz was the 1998 Penfolds Grange Hermitage Bin 95. We then had a lengthy discussion on how over-rated the cheese was from the Basque region and that anyone who really knew about cheese and its availability in Canada would undoubtedly choose the Bouq’ Émisairre from Montreal.
We frolicked and laughed. We laughed and frolicked.
I then decided to post my experience online to boost my ego and make everyone think I was wonderful.
The end.
PS - No animals or animal by-products were harmed in the making of this review.
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As per my usual sophisticated and self-important style, I called up XXXXX to book a multi-hour appointment. I followed that up with some recent emails from the public terminals at the Victoria Library where I revealed a bit about myself and the kind of interaction that I enjoyed with a woman.
I immediately invited her to my elegant home that only a privileged few would have the pleasure to experience -- by that I mean my cardboard box under the Johnson Street Bridge. I placed my Thrifty’s department store shopping cart strategically outside of my home awaiting her arrival. In anticipation of her arrival I had subtly infused the air with aqua velva and lemon scented anti-bacterial spray. I knew that would intrigue and compel her to enter my lair.
To make our encounter even more romantic (if you can believe it!)…I laid out a repast worthy of a king and his queen – expired vinegar, stale crackers, and un-squeezed cheese from only the finest processed tubes.
When she arrived we laughed and chortled at those who foolishly spent money on Shiraz from McLaren Vale without knowing that the real good Shiraz was the 1998 Penfolds Grange Hermitage Bin 95. We then had a lengthy discussion on how over-rated the cheese was from the Basque region and that anyone who really knew about cheese and its availability in Canada would undoubtedly choose the Bouq’ Émisairre from Montreal.
We frolicked and laughed. We laughed and frolicked.
I then decided to post my experience online to boost my ego and make everyone think I was wonderful.
The end.
) but after reading this I definitely got it 