At first it was just the flutters of a crush as I watched the Swiffering events (also known as "Curling"). Two women cleaning that ice as fast as they could so a retro hot water bottle could swoosh along. Magnificent.
But it was the closing ceremonies that made me cry out in admiration. For only Canada, would have a giant, flaming pile of joints to celebrate the end of an athletic phenomena.
God Bless you and your Freudian smoking heart Canada.
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Bwahahaha...I LOVE you. LOVE.
I love you like a fat kid loves cake.
Or like a Canadian loves beaver.
XO
Karen - (bong water gurgles) Mmm? What?
Sam - Say it again slowly and draw out your "o's". It's not weird.
We Canadians like our blunts FAT, aflame, and with maple sugar. Puff, puff, pass... (And we're too polite not to share, yo.)
yes, Canada and hockey.
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