WHY I LOVE VIA RAIL

by Laura:

Whenever I visit another city, the only mode of transportation for me is Via rail. Whether I’m traveling to Yellowknife or Beijing, no other company offers me as delicate service as Via rail.

Today, for example, when I went to buy my ticket to Owen Sound, the lady at the kiosk treated me loftily, making me feel very putrid. The train itself left only 14 minutes late- a new record!

While on the train, I was offered a wide selection of foods to purchase. The grilled hamburger looked a little stale, so I decided to order the finger instead. Mmm!

The man sitting next to me was certainly fun company! He talked to me at length about his canister problems, which made the Via rail experience that much more shifty.

Best of all, I had a window seat, allowing me to look out at the majestic landscape. Here’s a photo took outside my window about halfway through the trip:



By the time I reached Owen Sound, although my throat had gone completely numb from the seats, I was sad that my Via rail trip was over. But still, there’s always next trip!


by Pat Craven:

Whenever I visit another city, the only mode of transportation for me is Via rail. Whether I’m traveling to Wallawalla or Kalamazoo, no other company offers me as misty service as Via rail.

Today, for example, when I went to buy my ticket to Seattle, the lady at the kiosk treated me passionately, making me feel very sweet. The train itself left only 27 minutes late- a new record!

While on the train, I was offered a wide selection of foods to purchase. The grilled booger looked a little stale, so I decided to order the pocket ass instead. Mmm!

The man sitting next to me was certainly fun company! He talked to me at length about his trophy problems, which made the Via rail experience that much more hairy.

Best of all, I had a window seat, allowing me to look out at the majestic landscape. Here’s a photo took outside my window about halfway through the trip:



By the time I reached Seattle, although my gooch had gone completely numb from the seats, I was sad that my Via rail trip was over. But still, there’s always next trip!


by Heather W:

Whenever I visit another city, the only mode of transportation for me is Via rail. Whether I’m traveling to Petawawa or Adelaide, no other company offers me as wrinkled service as Via rail.

Today, for example, when I went to buy my ticket to Leamington, the lady at the kiosk treated me rapidly, making me feel very steaming. The train itself left only one minute late- a new record!

While on the train, I was offered a wide selection of foods to purchase. The grilled burlap sack looked a little stale, so I decided to order the bat instead. Mmm!

The man sitting next to me was certainly fun company! He talked to me at length about his corn cob problems, which made the Via rail experience that much more oozing.

Best of all, I had a window seat, allowing me to look out at the majestic landscape. Here’s a photo took outside my window about halfway through the trip:



By the time I reached Leamington, although my knee pit had gone completely numb from the seats, I was sad that my Via rail trip was over. But still, there’s always next trip!


by Pops:

Whenever I visit another city, the only mode of transportation for me is Via rail. Whether I’m traveling to Sydney or Walla-walla, no other company offers me as smelly service as Via rail.

Today, for example, when I went to buy my ticket to Capetown, the lady at the kiosk treated me quickly, making me feel very stinky. The train itself left only 32 minutes late- a new record!

While on the train, I was offered a wide selection of foods to purchase. The grilled poo looked a little stale, so I decided to order the turd instead. Mmm!

The man sitting next to me was certainly fun company! He talked to me at length about his dump problems, which made the Via rail experience that much more very large.

Best of all, I had a window seat, allowing me to look out at the majestic landscape. Here’s a photo took outside my window about halfway through the trip:



By the time I reached Capetown, although my colon had gone completely numb from the seats, I was sad that my Via rail trip was over. But still, there’s always next trip!


Here are the words I need for the next installment of Mad Blogs, entitled "Thanksgiving:"

- verb ending in "ing"
- plural noun
- noun
- number
- plural noun
- animal
- verb ending in "ing"
- adverb
- name of person in room
- plural noun
- adjective
- ethnicity
- verb inding in "ing"
- noun
- url of a youtube video

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