i am not unemployed or smuggling cigarettes across the border I don't eat Pepsi and MayWest for breakfast, I don't watch the hockey game doing it doggystyle, and, no, I don't know Claude, Manon or François in Abitibi-Témiscamingue but I'm sure they all have nice tits. I smoking church, I speak Québécois and Joual not French or Hanglish (sic) I pronounce it tird not third and eating frenchfries with cheese make sense mon estie. I believe in distinc society as long as someone else pais for it. I believe in languish police, not equal rights et calisse I believe that "club supersex" is an appropriate place for my wife and me to celebrate our anniversaire. What the hell, she goes on ten anyway. In Québec, the stanley cup actually comes around more often than (???) commit. I can get beer at the dépanneur, not at the convenience store and maybe I can't turn right on a red light, but tabarnak I can go right throught it! Because Québec is the world's largest producer of maple syrup, the home of Céline Dion and Roch Voisine, the land where everybody is shagged up and the legal drinking age is just a suggestion. Je m'appelle Guy, and I am not Canadian, mautadit tabarnak estie. Merci, salut la visite.
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