It was colder here this morning than the South Pole, Antarctica. I fully expect to see a gritty live reboot of Happy Feet filmed on the mean streets of Saskatoon.
Grass/trees/all sorts of pollen; animals of all kinds/especially horses (you'll know when I invade when you hear the constant sneezing); dust mites; feathers; mold (but not antibiotics); dairy; certain types of uncooked food.
I have a bored immune system that is trying to kill me.
Yeah, I know that but I wanted to give the impression of a real Last Supper, you know, not just any old Last Supper. Not like a Last Meal or a Final Snack. But, you know, I wanted to give the impression of a real... mother of a blow-out, you know?