Now, I have been on great many road-trips through the fine Canadian Praries, let us pull no punches... these things are fucking boring. In a car. At 130km/h. Like, shit-fuck (yes, this is an adjective. Look it up. Fuck you.) boring. When stuck in a car with people, the overwhelming scenery and many things to look at (cow, cow, other cow, cow
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"I spy with my little eye...er...a small flower with a bright yellow centre & white petals which I feel inexplicably compelled to rip off whilst chanting 'She loves me, she loves me not' in a childish, sing-song-voice."
"It's a daisy!"
"NO! HA HA! You think you are SO CLEVER, Merriwether, but you aren't! It isn't called anything! HAHAHA! It isn't called anything, you see? I JUST DISCOVERED IT!!"
"Did it have a name when you discovered it, William?"
"Oh. Damn."
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I feel sorry for Merriwether. Here's a guy who wanted to tag along on some great world discovery adventure and he still didn't have a cooler name than the Savages. I bet Lewis and Clark had him wearing dresses and doing their laundry by the end of the trip.
"Stupid Clark, running around like a child and getting grass stains on his knees.... These don't come out easily, you know!!! Lewis, don't let Clark climb that tree! Clark, get dow - CLARK!!! Get out of that tree before I come over there and get you myself! One! Two!..."
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