First, You Have To Find A Friend …

I’m not sure whether this is a put on or not, but … well, it wouldn’t have worked out when I was younger. Didn’t have any friends. Female ones, anyway. (Urinal Gum)

Author: Stephen LaRose

2006 winner of the Canadian Association of University Teachers's Award of Excellence in Journalism for a bunch of prairie dog stuff. Invited into the best homes in Regina. Once.

3 thoughts on “First, You Have To Find A Friend …”

  1. I believe I’ve known you since about 1989, when I bought you lunch after they gave you the job they fired me from at that newspaper that shall remain nameless in North Battleford. But I’m still not having sex with you. I don’t care if they’ve come up with a special day to promote it. I’ll still buy you lunch, however.
    ;-D

  2. True that. I should be in town sometime later this summer — my folks are having their 50th late this summer, and I’m apparently on the planning and execution committee. We should get together some of the writer types and have an old school lunch, replete with copious bitching about how the kids today don’t know how to do it right fest. I’ll let you know how the schedule shapes up. Repeat after me, Rosie: “Now waxing flats — that’s how you put out a newspaper, not this new-fangled desktop publishing. And what the hell IS this internet thing?” ;-D

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