one time i had a dream of the world's angriest canadian. his name was filbert. he was the monk who answered the telephones at the monastery. they made him the secretary because he was the most extroverted. he'd say "filbert speaking" in a sharp voice.
unfortunately, filbert wasn't exactly known for his ability to command his emotions -especially with new yorkers. he was still furious about loosing the war of 1812. filbert started screaming about the battle of plattsburgh. finally, he threw the phone at me.
bubbles, my petfish, said that it was a good thing that i ducked.
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