Hey there friend, I just thought I'd let you know that I found your notes on a desk in my class this morning. I'm sure you just accidentally forgot your pages with the answer to every question Stephen Hawkins has ever had, lying around for me to ponder. Sure you're smart, I can see that, you write pages filled with writing that appears to be in English style text but frankly means nothing to my peanut brain. I'm sure you're a really nice guy, and I'll even go so far as to avoid the stereotype and say that you might even be really cool. It's just that you make me mad, you make me mad because I'm convinced you left these notes here just to make me feel stupid. The thing is, I'll never tell you that you make me mad because chances are you're either a doctor, an engineer, or a nuclear scientist, and those are the kind of people that you really want on your side should the Zombie invasion actually take place.
After a week out and about I've got a few new bathrooms to ad to the bathroom map (11 in all). Best of all two of them are found in kind of historical places. This one is at Table Rock in Niagara Falls. And this one is on top of the CN Tower one of the worlds (and it used to be the worlds) tallest freestanding structures.
I know that some of you folks celebrate Cinco de Mayo today but here in Canada we don't even know how one celebrates it. So I decided, with a few friends, that every May 5th we'd celebrate Hot dog Day. A day filled with happiness, good times, and plenty of strange meat jabbed into tubes and then squeezed between long buns.