Whooee! Well friends, on Friday night, I hauled my ass inta Trawna (centre o' the universe) an' met up with sum o' the leadin' lights o' the Canajun boogeysphere. Ol' Zorpheous was there an' it was Zorf who invited this here hick t' get outta Nanticoke an' t' go 't where the air is cleaner - Yonge an' Blur. Thankee fer the invite, ZorfMan.
Also settin' 'round the dinner table with Zorf, Mrs. Zorf an' ol' JimBobby, was the Canajun Cynic, Buckets o' Grewal an' the charmin' Mrs. Buckets, Antonia Zerbisias from the Trawna Star, Ian Scott, BigCityLib, the BCer inTO, Chet who writes The Vanity Press an' his missus. Mostly, it was fellers an' gals who park their polyticks on the left side o' the fence. No fights broke out.
Well, we talked 'bout stuff like boogin' comments gabfests an' the commentin' trolls who sumtimes make life miserable fer Canajun boogers. An' we talked 'bout how boogs can influence the voters come an electionvote. Sum of us boogers who got a secret identity talked 'bout how we almost been caught an' exposed fer who we really are.
We also talked 'bout the meltin' glaciers an' Greenland slidin' inta the ocean an' methane gas escapin' from the meltin' permafrost an' other bad stuff. We toasted (no pun intended) the end o' the world.
I s'pose it was a little bit of a surprise fer these here boogers when they seen JimBobby could move 'round in Trawna without drawin' any tension. I reckon sum of 'em thought they was gonna see a hayseed in a plaid shirt an' bib overalls. I left that outfit home an' wore a sweater an' blue jeans an' I let James Robert do most o' the talkin' fer JimBobby.
Anyways, I reckon the onliest ones interested in what a buncha Canajun boogers done last Friday is the bunch who was there. Us boogers has gotta purty high opinion of ourselves an' gettin' together fer a group pat-on-the-back is good fer the egos. I'm ready fer the next booger pub night whenever the Trawna gang sez.