Feet are the shoeist
Cows are the mooiest
Gum is the chewiest
Bluebirds are the blueist
Ghosts are the booiest
Jelly is the gooiest
Owls are the hooiest
Moses is the jewiest
Ex-lax is the pooiest
Wangsters are the cooiest
Couples are the twoiest
Rick Flair is the wooiest
Animals are the zooiest
Detectives are the clueist
Vertigo is the U2iest
Nuts are cashewiest
Eskimos are the iglooiest
Sticky is the glueiest
Sexy is the see-throughiest
"My parents, brother, and I left Iran in 1980, shortly after the revolution. After a brief stay in Italy, we packed all our belongings once again and headed west to the exotic and the unknown: Vancouver. We had recently been accepted as landed immigrants, meaning Canada graciously opened its doors and we gratefully accepted; we arrived at Vancouver International Airport on my 10th birthday, three suitcases and one sewing machine in tow. After respectful but intense questioning at immigration, we were dropped off at a hotel on Robson Street, which was then still a couple years shy of becoming the fashionable tourist hub it is today. We were jetlagged, culture shocked, and hungry, so that first night, my father and brother courageously ventured out into the wild in search of provisions. I fell asleep before they returned. The next morning, I woke up at 5 a.m. and ravenously feasted on a cold Quarter Pounder with cheese and limp French fries that had been left by my beds...

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