Where does the good go

First, they burn our White House…

And now this!

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.

5 Responses to “First, they burn our White House…”

  1. kaz Says:

    Wygant bit me, and that really hurt!

  2. Dawn summers Says:


  3. Smokey Says:

    That kid’s got teeth!

  4. Pearatty Says:

    Big uns!

  5. tito Says:

    Ow. Ow. Ow! OWWW, WYGANT!

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