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Please let the page load. I don’t know, go light a cigarette or something. This episode was co-written by Doug’s comic geek friend Rene and is dedicated with much love to Joey Cuppa. 
My anger had finally settled. I had murdered the son of my mother’s dispatcher. That was before my closest friend sent the police looking for me. He felt the killing needed to stop, so he led the fuzz right to the last crime scene.  I found sanctuary in a place where I blended right in, quite literally…  Canada, where mediocre musicians are actually encouraged. It was once a safe haven for Eastern draft dodgers. Now it’s a refuge for homosexual humans, and me. However, no sooner had I landed did trouble find me at every corner… The postmark is from Wisconsin…          I happen to know that Canadians bleed Diet Snapple!Meanwhile…     That was the last thing I remember seeing before I came to. When I opened my eyes it was still there waiting…waiting to spade me with her muscular pinchers, that have been conditioned for years counting American money.   Surrounded by snow….snow that is creating a lot of static electricity…   Oh no, this aint over. Not quite yet!    
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