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Mercury news editor Scott Moore is off to Wankers Corner today, to report on an Evangelical Christian conference. He is currently on MapQuest, getting directions to Wankers Corner. But he’s having trouble figuring out how to get back from Wankers Corner, when the day is through. Have fun at Wanker’s Corner, Scott!
MOORE:Hoping to blend in…
Nice hand-off, Scott.
Scott,
It's not as bad as it sounds. I've been there. You'll blend.
When I first moved to Portland, some friends and I went to Wanker's Corner a few times. Sawdust on the floor. Wings. $1 pitchers. For a 22 year-old, it was paradise. For a 35 year-old, it's prison.
My 10-year high school reunion was there. Which really says a lot about Woodburn High School class of '93. But fuck, Kjersten DeBoer did NOT get as fat as everyone thought she would!
I live near there, which is part of what's called Stafford. The little corner store makes decent espresso, and when the bar gets going on summer weekends, the grass out behind it looks like freakin Sturgis with all the choppers.
And Scott--logically I'm not sure ANYONE could be born in a wanker's corner, logistically speaking.
I still shudder when I remember that big wreck out on Wankers Bend.
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I feel like I was born in Wankers' Corner.