Who killed the first murdered Canadian PM?

I cant believe what I just saw on Etalk or some hollywood type show. Rick Mercer and Scott Thompson are dating. That is just too hilarious, both of Canada's prime homosexual comedians become 'buddies'.

Peter was once again in his prime on a recent episode of The Family Guy when he remarked in Congress on he was asked to get a war going in Irak he just said : Anybody who doesnt want to go to war is gay.

An old figure skater at my work was in charge of the summer's window display. She has spent literaly 14hrs a day for 3 straight days krafting a beautiful/cheesy/cirque du soliel meets grade three school play set. Its kind of creepy, I feel bad telling anywho who puts some much energy into anything that its ugly. I guess I still have part of my soul (Ha Jackson, you dont own all of it ((Jackson baught my soul in grade 11 for $5 ((( I still own the exact bill, even though I sold it I am afraid to cash it))) at Jill Flanagan's house)) I still kept a part of it).

Are there sleeping bags for babies

I actually saw an electrician with an infomercial ladder that I have seen recently on post 2am tv. The comercial advertised that "its ideal for contractors" and I balqued at such ludicrous idea, said gentleman made me eat my own words.

There should be a tv reality show about ultimate frisbee couples getting married. I just think that the best man throwing a hammer -the disc having the ring on it - to the groom would make for great tv.

The chinese couple downstairs who hate me because I go to bed at a time closer to them waking up than I do to the time of them going to bed, have begun something they may never have wished to have begun. They have destroyed my birdfeeder/house. With spendthrift efficiency I purchased the two sets independently not long ago and entertwined them to make a 5 star bird establishment. The wooden haven is lined with pink trim and black accents. For a good three weeks the chickadees have gourged and splurged on my kindness until one or perhaps two seeds fell upon the chinese couple's (nowforth known as choup) stairs. They asked Kate last week to take it down, the only time the choups have ever spoken to Kate voluntarily, the couple hangs their heads and avert their eyes upon our passage. I volunteered that it might be a good idea to do so and as such I mentally noted to do so next spare chance. In the mean time I stopped filling up the feeder, something which would otherwise have needed to be done at least twice a day (as I mentioned before this is a haute class bird establishment that spares no expense). With no seeds to fall I would have thunk all was fine. What was I to know that the choups vengence for my late hall walking ways was going to be a blood bath, a bloody bird bath. Two calm nights ago I arrived home only to find the splintered and mangled remains of what was Montreal's finest ornothological leisure suit palace. The coups had hit me where it would hurt worst, in my bird house/feeder. A broom handled had most liked reached up and borrowing from Mexican culture the choups must have pinata-ed the heavenly structure.
I will rebuild but I will not forget.