What the frick did you just frickin' say about me, you little goose dropping? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in my firearms safety course, eh, and I’ve been involved in numerous hunting parties, and I have over 400 confirmed kills, eh. I am trained in wolverine wrestling and I’m the top hunter in the entire Canadian West Coast, eh. You are nothing to me but just another beaver pelt. I will wipe you the frick out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my frickin’ words, eh. You think you can get away with saying that crap to me over the Internet? Think again, ya frickin’ douche, eh. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Sasquatch across Canada and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the snowstorm, eh. The snowstorm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re frickin' dead, eh. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my beard, eh. Not only am I extensively trained in hand-to-moose combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the Ontario Maple Syrup Producers Association and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable arse off the face of the Great North, you little frick, eh. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your frickin’ tongue, eh. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you syrup-sucking walrus. I will go Bigfoot-berserk all over you and you will drown in it. You’re frickin' dead, eh.
Sorry.
Mar 29, 2016
by
Toucanadian
How was Canada named? A canuck came and went "C, eh, N, eh, D, eh."
CANADA
Mar 29, 2016
by
Toucanadian
