Jon was born on a stormy night in Massachusetts. The wind was howling and the dogs were barking. The power was out, so he had to be delivered in the dark. Scientists are not sure if this is the reason he needs corrective lenses, but they speculate that this traumatic arrival into the world stunted the growth of the cones in his eyeballs. Don't be alarmed though, Just because he was born in America doesn't mean he's not Canadian, no, he can play ice hockey fairly well, so isn't that proof that he's not American? And besides, he fabricated the necessary documents to be considered a full fledged maple syrup lover, so shhhh... we will never speak of this again. Not knowing much English, he began to chum around with the outcasts of society, the improv-lovers! Today Jon has an extensive grasp on the english language and can count to 21 using all of his digits. Together with his chums, the formed the group "Tickle me 21st digit", now known as "Tickle me Pickle"*. He makes a living as the stamp licker in the local Shoppers Drug Mart, and hopes to move up to envelopes one day. However with this whole internet e-mail thingy, Jon forsees that envelope lickers will be the type-writers of tomorrow, so he is taking night classes to get his arts degree.
* The group later realized the syntax error in their Moniker, but decided to keep it anyway, with fear they would not be able to promote the group in local schools due to its suggestive nature. |