First off, if you’d send more of those hot Canadian babes down here, we could get you guys a bigger population real quick. I mean come on, we don’t even know how to spell con… (i before q, except after z, in a invading way… pass the t, carry the 9) conundrums.
Secondly, ya damn skippy. If Canada ever got invaded, I’d hop in my Hummer12, the 10 ton, 2 miles per gallon (which is like 5 million millimeters per decigram or whatever), grab my 500 RPGs that Gramps hides in his bombshelter (along with all those cigarettes he runs across the border) and starts whomping the interlopers for fucking with my best damn friend country ever.
I mean hell, even the Mexicans would get pissed off, ride up in their low rider, throwing cabbage bombs at the damn Uzbekstanians. And, then they’d sneak across their borders and give them some Montazuma’s revenge on their asses.
As much as we kid, argue or talk shit to each other. YOU DO NOT FUCK WITH CANADA!!! I can fuck with Canada. YOU CANNOT FUCK WITH CANADA!!!
Hell, I’m ready to jump in my Hummer, drive to Spain (isn’t that south of Tiajuana?) and shaving the damn Spaniards mustaches off just because they messed with one of your hockey teams (what kind of name is Ocean’s Cod Fish anyway?).
Ya damn hockey playing, beer drinking, “eh!” saying, poissonieres.
[Yes, this is all in good fun. Someday, probably not in my lifetime or anytime soon, Canada, Mexico and Us will be one giant country. I think it is our destiny. I pretty much look at Canadians and Mexicans as “My people.” I’m wierd though.]