Tucked away.... nestled if you will...within the anus of Cape Breton...not unlike a nutty banana shaped turd that just grew too big, and can now only be removed 
with a giant depository (or perhaps, plucked out with a giant fiddle).... 
....lies an island where picking strawberries for Faxe money is as common as picking stringed beans for the return of Cape Bretons Iron Bru. 
It's a place where the cousins of Leblanc Road make love without a single thought to who will rebuild their recently burned down School Bus shelter.
It's a place where road lights kiss pellets, and where your neighbour steals a Florida marlins jersey directly from your close line, then has the gall to visit your doorstep the next day wearing it....while at the same time accusing you of throwing rocks at his home the night before. 
 
We are the nuts and corn of that turd....the next store neighbours of General John Cabot Trail....the Millvillians of Boularderie Island. 
We demand separation from the rest of Cape Breton Island.... starting with the destruction of both the Seal Island and St.Andrews Channel Bridges.
We demand a complete redo of the Millville Community Baseball Field. 
We demand the St.Peters store to reopen and sell Munchees style donair by the Zip Lock Bag.
We demand the return of Cape Bretons Iron Bru, funded by Nash Brogan, and for it to be renamed "Boularderie Bru", 'cause Cape Breton ain't worthy enough, nor got the respect for such sweet cornucopia nectar.

...and if you stumbled upon this profile and disagree with these demands....you can kindly fuck the right off.

Up yours with love, 
Mill Deville 