why must we reopen old wounds?
There's obviously some inferiority complex buried within all Canadians.
Who has the inferiority complex in these three situations:
a) The closeted highschool jock who beats on the Chess Club everyday because when he was a kid his daddy showed him how after he caught him with a barbie or the Chess Club who continues to meet everyday in an intelligent forum despite of all the shit they know they'll receive.
b) Nelson and Ralph.
c) Americans and Canadians.
(The Washington Monument is shaped like a penis.
)
You could say anything you want about America, and I wouldn't bat an eyelid.
Why would you?
Did you expect anyone to stand up for anything in Canada?
You're right, it might as well be the Stone(d) Age up here
Personally, I'm sick of having to answer to my pimp daddy but I'm a Canadian so what can I do, you know? It's not like a puppet can move without strings, eh?
Maybe I should move to Cali and learn from all these hip Americans that sound so fuckin' dope y'all.
A little history question: When did American women get the vote? Must have been pretty early, right?
If you mention Nazis you loose, not matter what your premise is
I just lost the game.
I have nothing against Canada, and have been several times. As John Candy once said "It's like Detroit, only cleaner."
A neatfreak (we'll call her Elizabeth) walks into her son's room and sees that it's messy. She tells him to clean it up, she's got special company (we'll call him Sam) coming to visit him. And "Uncle" Sam could quickly become his new (pimp) daddy, so this is a big deal. However, her clever little angel doesn't really give a shit about Uncle Sammie, so he just sweeps all his garbage into the closet. That night, after Sam has fucked Lizzy (while a portrait of her dead husband Adolph hung in the room, no less
), he stops into her son's room to read him a bed time story. "Nice room you got here son," he says as he sits down and grabs the first thing he sees: a small white book with a happy little bunny and a rainbow. Seeing that the bookshelf is filled only with other pansy children books, tough old Uncle Sam takes off his belt and whips the little boy into shape. The next night he comes over to do Lizzy (up the rear this time
) and when he stops in to say goodnight to her son he takes out a bag. "Here, you little faggot." He hands the boy a bag. In this bag there is a carton of cigarettes, a Juggs, and a Redbull. "It's a starter kit." Lizzy's boy is clever, remember? He don't want another beating so he sits pretty and thanks him, then asks with big round eyes, "How can I ever repay you?" Uncle Sam tells him to wash all the cars in his crooked junkyard, and he does so with a smile. Now what do you think the clever little boy was really thinking? Let's just say...August 24, 1814.
They have internet in Canada?
in evuhree huvvery car Doc Brown
wut iz dis "INTERNET"
smoke another one
Canadians, Americans that have a secret desire to be Canadian, and probably got some Europeans to pile on too.
It's okay, we know. Our little secret.
It seems like Canadians should smoke some of that mid-grade commercial crap they send down here before they get a reputation for not having a sense of humor!
Consider it done.