The Canadian/ That’s not my name

You may or may not have noticed that no persons mentioned on this blog are called by their real names. Recently it has been brought to my attention; in fact it has been all up in my attention- that “The Canadian” resents the pseudonym that I have bestowed upon him. He’s right you know-so left field, sooo inaccurate and irrelevant. Except of course for that teeny tiny, insignificant factor THAT HE IS A BLEEPING CANADIAN! Give me a break! Based solely on this actuality I’d be comfortable assuming this was sound justification to assign said nickname to said Canadian- It’s a logical deduction, no? What other options do I really have here? I mean other than Dorito Breath of course- my hands are tied by the logic police.

When I questioned him about his disapproval:

“I don’t like it- are you writing a blog aboot that? You clearly are.. stop that.. Immediately eh?”

Then, he refused to divulge any further arguments for me not calling him ‘The Canadian’, and proceeded to watch his hockey game, drink from his favorite re-usable Tim Horton’s coffee cup and eat a fully cooked breakfast of bacon and pancakes smothered in a deluge of maple syrup. Yep, my nom de plume for this guy is so off the mark.

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The Canadian/ That’s not my name

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