That one time I went to Canada, you know, the family reunion thing? I mean, I’d been up there before, and I’ve been there since, and I thought I could cope, but you bastards just had to screw with me again. There I was, trying to decipher the menu in that resteraunt, and it was all in French. The only person at the table who had a clue about the French Language was my Dad (his mother was from Quebec), and even he was at a loss.
It took me almost ten minutes to realize that if I just flipped to the back the whole thing was repeated in English. Canadian English, but still understandable.
Nitpick # 2: It didn’t grant us independence. Our independence arrived gradually, as part of our constitutional evolution. The Brits formally recognized our independence in the Statute of Westminster, 1931.
You want it to stop? Tell your TV station meteorologists to start colouring the great nation to the north in a distinguishable fashion. And include some of the provincial boundaries.
Then we’ll consider diverting some “cold Canadian air”, asshole.
Hey some of that Canadian air came all the way to Texas and dropped our temps into the 45 to 60 degree range. I could smell those Canadian’s breath in that cold front! I hate used air!
For some reason, people here get stuck on “Derrrr” and forget how to drive as soon as one flake hits the road. I don’t get it. You’d think they’d never seen snow before.
And nothing pisses me off more than an SUV babying his/her precious vehicle by driving slowly and avoiding manhole covers. I think your Maibatsu Monstrosity[sup]TM[/sup] can handle a bump or two.
