First, they burn our White House…
And that’s when I discovered that my good friend Pearatty, on whose couch I spent many a weekend during my awful Connecticut clerkship, whose baked goods I have consumed for almost ten years is ACTUALLY CANADIAN! Well, her mom was born in Canada, so she can be a Canadian citizen. Same with Wygant’s dad, his mom was also born in Canada. I don’t know how exactly, but Astin is to blame for this.
I called Pearatty’s sister and she drove down from Flagstaff.
“Have you heard this madness! They are trying to take our Wygant to Canadia! CANADIA! He’s going to talk funny, spell words wrong and think football has three downs!”
She had heard. We set about designing “Operation Wygant Repatriation.”
Step 1: Teach Wygant to bite mommy.
December 18th, 2010 at 11:17 pm
Wygant bit me, and that really hurt!
December 18th, 2010 at 11:58 pm
Hahahaha
December 20th, 2010 at 2:39 pm
That kid’s got teeth!
December 20th, 2010 at 3:20 pm
Big uns!
January 11th, 2011 at 2:01 am
Ow. Ow. Ow! OWWW, WYGANT!