In which this summer's adventures dip deep into the surreal

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From an MSN chat with Von Hellzen:

Strike one, Nancy...Strike one: so if you maybe noticed a Chevy Cavalier screaming around Longueuil with three topless male strippers hanging out the windows

Strike one, Nancy...Strike one: blasting, um, I think it was Korn...

Strike one, Nancy...Strike one: that was me.

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The thing with these guys is that they don't put their shirts on. Ever. Not in the car, not in restaurants, not in the grocery store.

a-well-a well-a well-a huh

Yesterday I opened a new checking account. By the time I got home the customer service representative had already added me on Facebook.

Really?