What's with the urban legends or rumours that some fast food chains used worms in their meat?
I am an inanimate Quebec Nordiques jersey. My name use to be Jacques Lesage but I was run over by a Zamboni in 1995. Some say that I commited suicide by jumping infront of the Zamboni upon hearing that the Nordiques were moving to Colorado. This is untrue: I slipped. Upon death I decided not to go to the great St. Huberts in the sky-instead my soul now resides in my old sweater. Just don't ask me how I type; me being made of polyester.