I admit resposibility for nothing. Nothing, do you hear? The Canucks did it. I have to blame somebody, and they’re the obvious target. Seriously, what kind of bunch of horrendous slackers can’t control their own weather? I’m ashamed of my Canadian heritage.
Well, yeah. But it’s a half inch on my fargin’ deck furniture and also on my danged grill. You know you don’t want to be all up in my grill. I don’t even want to talk about the flower boxes my dad made for my girlfriend. I was going to put everything away tomorrow, but the stinking Canadians just had to screw me.
You are both correct in your different ways. This is a fine place to live. Hot and sunny in summer, beautiful foliage in the fall, cold and snowy (it’s not all bad) in the winter, and dank and muddy in the spring. Um… scratch that last bit.
It’s just that I wasn’t… you know… ready. Danged Canadians.
And we’d appreciate it if you’d keep your damned global warming to yourselves, too.
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Nope, still not enough to pull out the skidoos…or the toboggans…or the skis…
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Why do you put your grill away? Doesn’t it have a metal hood? Just BBQ all year round, in snow, in rain, in sunshine. If we had to wait for good weather to use the grill, we’d get about one steak and one beer-butt chicken a year.
Grilling in one’s parka and moccassins just adds to the manliness quotient, of going out and foraging in the elements.
Oooh, beer butt chicken. Beer butt chicken rules. You guys still don’t seem to understand the importance of the smoke, though. You are desperately in need of an edumaction in the American art of barbecue.
I don’t feel bad about slagging the Canadians, by the way. They’re free to slag me back, and they hate me anyway. They just figure I’m yet another pain-in-the-ass New Yorker who just came up to Montreal to get drunk, tear things up, and harrass the strippers. I’ve never done that, but it’s been known to happen.
I don’t even really mind the cold and snow either (as long as it obeys the rules and doesn’t come until Thanksgiving, Gorsnak). I absolutely love the kind of winter that trupa described.
The kind of winter where you inhale and your nosehairs freeze together kind of sucks.
There’s your problem – snow is not authorized to be serious about falling until after Thanksgiving. It ain’t our fault that you crazy Canadians insist on celebrating it a month early – and therefore authorizing the snow to fall a month early!
Sheesh: a little thing like holiday management of weather control, and trust them crazy British North Americans* to screw it up!
(On a related rant, “ridings”? Given the climate, shouldn’t you elect your M.P.'s from “sledgings” or “skiings”? :p)
Your document of independence is entitled the British North America Act, so that’s the right name. Live with it!
