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Same as everybody else, a pile of radioactive ashes.

My folks lived across the street from a Quebecer - through her French accent she claimed that French Canadians created everything worthwhile and the US learned everything from them. My Dad made some crack which resulted in her forbidding her husband from even talking to him. (My Aunt & Uncle had something similar, but he was a Greek and the Greeks created everything. I always wanted him to meet the Quebecer, and pull up a chair with popcorn.)

Canadian Florida is US Florida, judging by the number of Provence of Ottawa license plates.

Waiting for Spring to actually end.

Keep forgetting that the internet stops at the border. Oh, wait...

Mine probably got chucked during 1 of 26 moves.

You people = We. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee....

See, I told you we were the worst.

"Spooooooooooon"

Your worst nightmare!

While I was thinking, "Time to turn on the BS machine".

"Technically correct (the best kind of correct)" But actually Peter Potamus (appearing in Harvey Birdman).

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Right back at'cha...on both counts, ya scoundrel!

Works for me!

I "guest" because there are Bolsheviks out there.

...all the Doo Dah Day.

That's no problem. Working in a Music & Entertainment Dept. at a store for 7 years, that used a Record Distributor that I could special order anything in their catalog, now that's a problem. The Record Distributor's rep. told me to stop ordering stuff because their people were running around to find it instead of filling other orders. I'd play stuff I ordered in-store to make sure what I got wasn't scratched or warped, a customer or two would hear it & say, "can you get me that?". 500 lps, 500 45s, 200+ cds, about 25 inherited 78s, and another 250 inherited lps (mostly polkas & 50s-60s stuff). Bought the house and had to stop.

I'm a Chinese cat...honest, come pet me!