the wonderful land of oz
there isn't anything wrong with canada.
::stands up and delivers her denzel washingtonish-tear-jerking monologue::
we are the land of students who pay for their own university and buy their own first car.
where colour and neighbour are spelled with a u, and fries are eaten with vinegar.
::symphony starts in::
we sit on chesterfields and wear toques, we complain to our prime-minister and bitch about paul martin.
we live in provinces and don't bother with pointless counties that give everything [courthouses, hospitals, etc] hickish sounding names.
our paper bills are different colours so they may be easily distinguished. we're corteous and intelligent and thus do devote precious time out of our curriculums for learning about other people. [we aren't self-absorbed].
::audience begins to cry::
we buy our deli meat by the gram, our gas by the litre and travel one hundred and seventy-two kilometers to the cottage [and can easily convert that into miles to aid our 'oh-so-powerful' neighbours when they look a little confused].
we put alcohol in our beer, know how to have a good wedding social [for the manitoban's out there] and no, queen elizabeth is not our queen.
::audience delivers standing ovation::
as i've said, there isn't anything wrong with canada, rhonda.
i'm so bitterly disappointed. betty, i think it's time you leave now.
[This message has been edited by quietlydying (12-02-2002 11:51 PM).]