Canada’s so damn cold, your balls freeze faster than a skinny-dipper in a Winnipeg January. The only thing getting wet is your socks from trudging through their endless slushy bullshit.
WE ONCE WERE A SHINING MANSION ON THE HILL, FROM WHICH TYRANNY RETREATS; NOW, WE’RE GUTTER DWELLERS, NO BETTER THAN ALL OUR POOR BRETHREN ON THE SAVAGE STREETS.