What kind of life do I lead where I don't fit in with either francos or anglos? In the midst of our recent Quebec bashing, I can't help but appreciate this part of the Bye-Bye that bashes the west. The virulence is wholly felt. I feel like a two-sided xenophobe. 'On va 'es avoir, les anglas!'
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chapeau.
apparently western alienation is a serious thing... go figure.
Dang! he took it and ran with it!
Pick a side Bonerpants, or suffer the consequences.
As for me, not only have I chosen my team long ago, I also have picked my weapon of predilection: the lead pipe (I had a hard time choosing between this and a 2 by four with a nail sticking out).
When the war starts, I know I'll be drinking the ennemy's blood through his skull.
if you're smashing heads with a lead pipe you may not be able to drink out of them afterwards.
Dildo, that is simply disgusting! Revolting! How could you let your mind wander that far into such gruesome detail?
psyche!
Akin to mash potato sculpting, I shall use my modeling abilities to reshape the crushed skulls in order to use them for blood tasting.
Hurry up now, choose your weapons... the pipe wrench and the baseball bat are still available.
Why can't I just choose a craw like any sane person would?
A craw is a mandatory and necessary element of any arsenal.
I'm still partial to the sraw though.
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