User talk:Thehipiscanada

Devon Willows (b. 1985) is a legend in his own right. He is king of minesweeper. BAR NONE! Futhermore there is no such thing as god. Eat my ass you churchy bastards. Delicious irony. Willows hails from a long line of dedicated clergymen, however, he chose to break with tradition and follow the sexual dancing arts. While attending the Academy for Erotic Disposition, he met his first love, beach umbrellas. During a torrid affair that left him both physically and emotionally and mentally and sexually and hypothetically drained, he decided to pursue his hidden passion for hang-gliding. After penning a half-dozen books on the breath-taking art of hang-gliding, he decided to settle down in the secluded northwestern village of Halifax, Nova Scotia. There he met the enchanting Beatrice McMoneyfeather of the Duke of Earl of Count of MacIntyre. However, it was not to be. In the spring of 19-dickity-2, he killed her with the candelabra in the observatory with the assistance of Professor Plum. On a dare, he tried out for the Arizona Cardinals. After overcoming much adversity as a 5'2 quarterback, he led the underdogs Cardinals to a 38-37 victory over the heavily favoured Cleveland Browns. He attributes his victory in large part to his knowledge of trigonometry. He now counts his days, licking frogs, as the last Mohican.