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Because I can...
Jun. 15th, 2007 12:17 amI present to you my article for Thetvshowblog.com about Father/child relationships on Lost.
Basic summary: They're fucked up.
Basic summary: They're fucked up.
Jun. 15th, 2007
Would you like Fried with that?
Jun. 15th, 2007 05:33 pmYou either let it kill you, or learn to laugh.
There's a town, you see, in Ontario where the citizens learn to live by that maxim. That town is named Murillo.
Murillo seems to be almost stereotypically small town Canada. HOme of the Murillo Town Fair, it is located outside of Thunder Bay, for the love of God. With a population of 5,757 in 350 square kilometres, it has a density of 16.4 people per square kilometre. It is, by definition, roomy.
But it also has something no other town or city or hamlet in Canada has. It has P0T2G0.
P0T2G0 is the postal code with which Canada Post has blessed the people of Murillo. I presume, for the majority of its citizens, that their town provides giggles to anyone who hears its postal code is something they simply shake their stout head atop their broad shoulders and go about their business. Some of them may even appreciate the sophomoric humour.
God knows that everytime a citizen of this fine hamlet has to call in to any call centre, they'll surely find their call is ground zero at a giggle shockwave, because when you're sitting at a phone all day, P0T2G0 is GOLD, baby.
There's a town, you see, in Ontario where the citizens learn to live by that maxim. That town is named Murillo.
Murillo seems to be almost stereotypically small town Canada. HOme of the Murillo Town Fair, it is located outside of Thunder Bay, for the love of God. With a population of 5,757 in 350 square kilometres, it has a density of 16.4 people per square kilometre. It is, by definition, roomy.
But it also has something no other town or city or hamlet in Canada has. It has P0T2G0.
P0T2G0 is the postal code with which Canada Post has blessed the people of Murillo. I presume, for the majority of its citizens, that their town provides giggles to anyone who hears its postal code is something they simply shake their stout head atop their broad shoulders and go about their business. Some of them may even appreciate the sophomoric humour.
God knows that everytime a citizen of this fine hamlet has to call in to any call centre, they'll surely find their call is ground zero at a giggle shockwave, because when you're sitting at a phone all day, P0T2G0 is GOLD, baby.
