Given the inevitability of really, really stupid dumbasses descending on Ottawa this coming Canada Day waving Nazi and confederate flags and being hand-delivered coffee and Timbits by Pierre Poilievre and the Ottawa Police Services, I plan on being elsewhere so, for no particular reason, I'm going to be here over that weekend. That would be Botin in Madrid, currently listed in the Guinness Book of World Records as the world's oldest restaurant.
I've been told that the roast suckling pig is a house specialty:
Enjoy your tater tots, peasants.
It must be nice to take a trip like that knowing that, in the long run, Patsy is paying for it.
Rev: It's still unclear whether Patrick will ever pay for anything, given the quite real possibility that he is unemployed and utterly unemployable at this point, with his reputation around Lloydminster such that no one will touch him with Sheila Gunn Reid's dick.
There are more developments coming but it is entirely possible that Patrick's idea of getting even with me will be simply to never, ever, ever, ever have any assets or income for the rest of his life so there's nothing to take.
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