They offered me the office, offered me the shop. They said I'd better take anything they'd got. Do you wanna make tea at the CBC? Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?
Myself, I was determined to spend the weekend drinking margaritas and enjoying the sunshine. I figured it would all blow over. Sure enough, come Tuesday, by the time the booze wore off, it was all revealed to be an elaborate hoax perpetrated by Jon ’œCyberjournalist’ Dube, the robot CBC.ca manager sent from the future to exterminate mankind and trigger Armageddon.
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Will he have to trade in his blackberry?
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