Jennah Turpin doesn't communicate with me often.
But when she does...look out.
I actually worked at this gas station for a while.
If you're a mainlander you may not see the humour in this.
But you will absorb Newfoundland culture.
Try this one out. Murder By Death.
And this one. Dispatch.
I drank a lot of sunnyshine beers abreast barbecues at Acadia while listening to the second band.
Sitting in those collapsable canvas chairs that everyone used to buy from Canadian Tire?
You've sat in one.
Dicky bought one once, and was blown away by how cheap it was.
It turned out to be a kids' version.
He sat in it anyway.
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