Ian and I had the problem. Running slower than maple syrup in March. I think it had to do with the transport of packets via dogsled across the pray-eries. It's gotta stop on Sunday due to the fact the Mennonites are yer mainstream and yer dunkers are close behind. Onced she gets to yer Forty Francis it's a clear sailin' on yer lakes right ta chez nous. Been snowin ought west too meanin' also.

My neighbours are a tad nutso, plantin stuff before the old Queen's Birthday. See yer 24 of May is the day the guvmnt' gar-un-freakin-tees yer golf and no more snow south of yer 17 or 49's wich-ever.

It's the 24 of May 'cause everyone gets a 24 box of beer and goes camping and then heats up the beer on account it's not really warm enuf to be outdoors for another week, and the the flies are so bad ya can't go out.

Ian and I would be used to having freez-up, and know the symptoms eh?

On the other hand we can go streaking at pro sports games and eveyone laughs, a lot. 'Cause our butts are way white from lack of light.

Now I'll never admit to taking a stubby beer bottle on a tour of a high school football game right between the cheerleaders. With a fag in my mouth. (Why is it when I say I had a drag on a fag does my daughter laugh so hard?).

See over in Anne Arbour of Green Bagles yer service is run direct from Victoria through Porksmouth and south to Star-trek-bucks-attle. Speaking of Star Trek I heard this the other day from a guy who said he's just some dude from Montreal, but I was just some dude from Montreal too.....

“I am not a Starfleet commander, or T.J. Hooker. I don't live on Starship NCC-170...[some audience members say 'one'], or own a phaser. And I don't know anybody named Bones, Sulu, or Spock. And no, I've never had green alien sex, though I'm sure it would be quite an evening. [Pomp and Circumstance begins playing] I speak English and French, not Klingon! I drink Labatt's, not Romulan ale! And when someone says to me 'Live long and prosper', I seriously mean it when I say, 'Get a life'. My doctor's name is not McCoy, it's Ginsberg. And tribbles were puppets, not real animals. PUPPETS! And when I speak, I never, ever talk like every. Word. Is. Its. Own. Sentence. I live in California, but I was raised in Montreal. And yes, I've gone where no man has gone before, but I was in Mexico and her father gave me permission! My name is William Shatner, and I am Canadian!”

John Conley
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