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Date: 2006-12-10 08:31 am (UTC)But omg! Can't breath, laughing too much. lol We always gotta poke fun at ourselves, it's a right as a Canadian. XD
Dean shrugged. "Didn't you ever wonder about it, Sam? Why you like flannel? Why you're so goddamned nice? You help little old ladies across the street! You're like Dudley Do-Right, man!" Sam is what Benton Frasier from Due South would've ended up as, if he had been born in 1983 and his mom had been burned by a 'Celine Demon'. XD