You stand in "line-ups" at the movie, not lines. You know Toronto is not a province. You understand the phrase, "Could you please pass me a serviette, I just spilled my poutine." You eat chocolate bars instead of candy bars. You drink pop, not soda. |
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Hey, I'm not a lumberjack, or a fur trader.... I don't live in an igloo or eat blubber, or own a dogsled.... and I don't know Jimmy, Sally or Suzy from Canada, although I'm certain they're really really nice. I have a Prime Minister, not a president. I speak English and French, not American. And I pronounce it 'about', not 'a boot'. I can proudly sew my country's flag on my backpack. I believe in peace keeping, not policing, diversity, not assimilation, and that the beaver is a truly proud and noble animal. A toque is a hat, a chesterfield is a couch, and it is pronounced 'zed' not 'zee', 'zed' !!!! Canada is the second largest landmass! The first nation of hockey! and the best part of North America My name is Joe!! And I am Canadian!!! |
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Canadian Tire money is plentiful and more than just useful at your local retail outlet. The Monopoly-esque nigh-legal tender has spread across Canada faster than SARS, West Nile, or Avian Flu. Canadian Tire money, the colourful currency that looks, smells, and feels like real cash...but not quite accepted everywhere.
Now from a distance, Canadian Tire money looked like honest, earnest Canadian money (until they started putting them shiny anti-counterfeiting stripes on them). But upon close examination, you realized that old Sandy McTire, the Scotsman whose face adorns the front of the funny bucks is not exactly the spitting image of Queen Elizabeth Number Two, but then who is?
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