I suppose it was Inevitable

So, I'm standing in a Kitchen (not mine) spooning what will be jello shooters into Dixie cups, and it hits me.

I guess these guys are my friends... Paul my housemate, Matt with a super ninetndo (automatically cool) and even Shane, who's so full of shit you can almost smell it...
Thats not what was inevitable, however.
You know what they call me? Those bastards fuckin' call me...

Wiarton Willie.

Shit. I suppose I kind of expected it though. I mean, I am from Wiarton, right?