A town of inbred hillbillies who worship a giant mudcat. They revere this diety so much they devote an festival to it, not surprisingly held on the second Sunday of June. some scientists believe it is to help the locals forget
Father’s Day exists, also the most confusing day in dunnville, second to Christmas Day when the
beer store, Tim hortons, and McDonald’s all close. Goddamn shitshow.
Always 45 minutes from any other town on
earth.
Always.
Family
tree looks like a rotten telephone pole as well.
Home to a special group of
people only know as the dunnville DUI club, which is basically a confusion of handies ripping around on riced out lawnmowers. Some go as far as adding LED headlights and 6” chrome spinners!
Don’t cry
baby, just because we’re not datin no more don’t mean we can’t be siblings no more!
Why walk across the hall when you can fuck
your mum across the room?
Wanna go out to dunnville?-said no
one ever