I can honestly say I’ve never said this.
I really never get cold at home, seriously. I think living in the Arctic conditioned me pretty well. Here, now, is another story. There’s humidity.
Well, you’re not a Newfie, are ya? 
Ah, the dreaded humidity. I’ve heard about humidity.
And do they still have Jackie Meretsky?
I would hope not – unless the noun you used was “chesticlese.”
I couldn’t live in the arctic. There isn’t a Tim Horton’s anywhere in sight.
It is possible to brew one’s own coffee, you know. I’ve never understood this slavish dedication. I just bring a thermos to work.
Again, throwing your Canadian cred into question. Quick, answer a question only a Canadian would know - how much was Lloyd Robertson’s deal with the devil to stop aging?
slinks off into the corner behind the potted plants whistling the melody for 'take off’
Or even better…Does Mrs. Richard really like the Rocket with just a touch of grey?
“Hey, Richard! Two minutes for looking so good!”
Okay, if that doesn’t establish my credibility as a Canadian, nothing does, eh?
Might as well be, after eight years in Yellowknife.
Heretic!
Just for that you are hereby sentenced to one year of drinking nothing but instant Caf-Lib.
Whoa. 80s commercial flashbacks.
“Whatcha eatin’?”
“Whatchamacallit.”
"What do you call it?
“Yeah. Whatchamacallit.”
“La-lalala-la-laaa! La-lalala-la-laaaa! Robin hooooood!”
“UUUuupset stooOOOOooomach!”
Oh, my head hurts.
Got an equivalent in the male gender? I’m close to a zero on the Kinsey scale so, pretty as she is, she doesn’t do anything for me.
[ponders thoughts of cuddly male Canadians. mmmmmm!]
Nice to know yer thinking of me…
There was no deal with the devil. Rather, it was a deal with the Sheridan College animation department to rebuild him as a digitally-enhanced three-dimensional computer-generated model running on a system of approximately 150 Linux computers. Lloyd has not actually been on television for over five years; instead, animators at Channel Nine manipulate his model and feed it his words every night. Sometimes, to save time, they plug the Environment Canada weather feed directly into the model’s speech processor and go out to the Tim Horton’s on McCowan Road to take a break.
“Barbara… Barbara? You up?”
“I’m up now!”
Elvis Stojko goes for the big one and gets the jump on taste!
That explains a lot…
Now, can you explain Sandie Renaldo’s complete lack of knowledge of how ridiculous she looks with her trendy dos?
(Ginger - eight years up north equals being born in Newfoundland? Interesting math. )
Wow, look at all those obscure references. They got a culture, up there! Who knew?
heh… those Canucks have their own version of 133t speak.