paul_valaru said:Here is a question of a language nature.
uhmm carbonated drinks
is it soda
or pop
1. Can you spell hockey?paul_valaru said:no, I am Canadian!!!!!!!!!!
They do need a Canadian test, lol.
Hey, I made the test up. You expect me to score it too?Professur said:1: Yes
2: No
3: No
4: No
5: Yes
So, where does that leave me?
So, you gots a green card and I don't hafta send "la migra" after your ass then?Dave said:nope...just an alien....
SouthernN'Proud said:It's a Coke. No matter what brand name it is, it's a Coke.
Time was, you went into a restaurant in these parts and ordered your meal, and a Coke. The waitress would immediately ask, "What kind?"
Now, we've been watered down from the second yankee invasion. Now the waitress just says, "Coke?" as if to confirm you want Coca-Cola.
Course, I don't buy Coca-Cola products if I can avoid it at all. Personal boycott. When they decide to get their traitorous money grubbing hands off the Georgia state flag, I'll support them. Not until.
SouthernN'Proud said:A real Southerner capitalizes Southerner.
SouthernN'Proud said:A real Southerner capitalizes Southerner.
I'm diabetic, it's unsweet tea and Splenda.Gato_Solo said:Like I did?
Anywho...it's not iced tea. It's sweet tea, dammit.
SouthernN'Proud said:A real Southerner capitalizes Southerner.
chcr said:1. Can you spell hockey?
2. Do you understand the rules to hockey?
3. Can you name three hockey leagues?
4. Do you have a favorite hockey player?
5. Do you know what a moose smells like?
How's that?????
1.Yeschcr said:1. Can you spell hockey?
2. Do you understand the rules to hockey?
3. Can you name three hockey leagues?
4. Do you have a favorite hockey player?
5. Do you know what a moose smells like?
How's that?????
I'm not unemployed, or smuggling cigarettes across the border.
I don't eat Pepsi and May Wests for breakfast.
I don't watch the hockey game doin' it doggy style.
And non, I don't know Claude, Manon or François in Abitibi-Témiscamingue;
but I'm sure dey all 'ave nice teeth.
I smoke in church.
I speak Québécois and Joual; not French or Hanglish [sic];
and I pronounce it 'turd', not 'third'.
And eating french fries with cheese makes sense, mon esti;
I believe in distinct society – as long as someone else pays for it.
I believe in language police, not equal rights.
And, calice, I believe that "Club Super Sexe" is an appropriate place for my wife and me to celebrate our anniversaire!
What da hell, she goes on at ten, anyway!
In Québec, the Stanley Cup actually comes round more often than Halley's Comet.
I can get beer at the dépanneur, not at the convenience store.
And maybe I can't turn right on a red light, but, tabarnac, I can go right through it!
Because Québec is the world's largest producer of maple syrup, the 'ome of Céline Dion and Roch Voisine;
The land where everybody is shackin' up, and the legal drinking age is just a suggestion.
Je m'appelle Guy - and h'I [sic] h'am [sic] not Canadian. (Maudit tabarnac asti...)
Merci salut la visite!