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“Aren’t you worried that your pussy will have 2001 written all over it in 2010?” the chick asked her mate. “I hate to say this, but certain things can really date a bitch.”
– From Diary of a Married Call Girl by Tracy Quan.

The other contributors to this site are my best friends and I love them all dearly, but seriously, they’re fucking losers and poseurs. Reading this blog you’d come to the conclusion that the House of Irony has its origins in St. Catharines, when really that was only the second house. The first House was situated in the Rose City like it was meant to be, and other then myself it had a completely different cast of eccentric characters, though a number of this current crew made cameos back in the day. These kids today are like the Insane Clown Posse to the original House’s Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, dig?

However, the main thrust of this post shouldn’t be to diss these Johnny-Come-Latelys, but to pay tribute to the ones who came before, those proud Unknown Soldiers of the original House of Irony that should never have their contributions to juvenile deliquency forgotten.

This is a shout out to Jamie, Trevor, Randy and Gord, the original members of the House of Irony. So spend a moment in silent contemplation and hoist a Slurpee in their honour, you fucking jokers.

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killer buds… remember how fucked up those old-ass neighbours you had were? The ones that we mooned on the last day … and the roman candle war on the street, when Kevin forgot that the roman candle just goes off on it’s own and that he can’t actually trigger it?

That, the roleplaying sessions, and the comic jam are what stick out in my mind.

Those 5 up top paid rent for the original house. The rest of us just lived there.

Gords fabled garbage bag of porn is known throughout the land.

Insane Clown Posse #1!

Out of all the places that roman candle could have went, it had to hit a neighbour’s window.

That fucking cow drove me insane! And the clown nose insident shall go down in infamy. Also the origin of the name Jaba The Slut, Lord of Porn. Pre-teen sex was also a highlight. And the Merryvale Home for Boys.

“Your wife is a beautiful lady…”

Just to clarify, I’m pretty sure that I’m the one that stupidly shot roman candles at our neighbour’s windows. Also, wasn’t the Gord’s farm animal a pig? Not that my memory is any steadier.

Remember playing Queen’s theme for Flash Gordon on repeat? Or rooting for Babe to win the Academy Award? Or Kevin wrecking the table with golf clubs in the backyard? Or the puppy dog picture? Or…

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