What do you plan on watching tonight?

[nerdious dorkus]

Hey now, let's not get fight with our hat.

[Martin]

Yeah, well at least we don't have sutures of SOCIALISM!

You have governement-back public services.

You've been living in a dream world.

YOU ARE LIVING IN A SOCIALIST STATE!!!!!!!

Let's settle this fight between our female hockey teams, since it's ALWAYS a Canada vs US game.

[Anderson]

You have governement-back public services.

You've been living in a dream world.

YOU ARE LIVING IN A SOCIALIST STATE!!!!!!!

Don't mention that to the elderly or those in the military.

[Lisa]

That's it...I'm declaring WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hey hey hey now! Don't piss off Martin before he takes me out for some poutine! I still want to try that stuff! You can declare war after I've had a yummy cheese, french-fry and gravy snack.

[Martin]

Invade Canada all you want. Just leave Quebec alone and we'll be just fine, really. So then Lisa can get her poutine. And dear, don't touch those found in NY. Please. It's like having pulled pork in Quebec.

[Ed Hocken]

Canada should have been invaded years ago for foistering Degrassi on us.

[Matt]

Dude. Celine Dion. That's reason enough right there for a weapon of mass destruction.

[Martin]

That was our 9/11 on your sorry asses, American Infidels.

Guess what, she's going back to Vegas for another 3 years. TADA!

[Ed Hocken]

Well at least there's Jon LaJoie.

[Lisa]

So then Lisa can get her poutine. And dear, don't touch those found in NY. Please. It's like having pulled pork in Quebec.

Oh, my friend, I wouldn't dream of it, I promise. There are some foods here in NY that are better than anywhere else, but I wouldn't dare to think that poutine is one of them. But y'see, I'm on a mission - remember at the other site, I mentioned in one of the dating threads that I had been in two utterly disasterous long-distance relationships before I wised up and stuck to local boys? Yeah, well, one of them was Canadian - from Toronto. And one guess what motherfucker wouldn't take me to get poutine for three long years? Oh, no, he didn't like poutine, so that meant *I* couldn't try it either. And you know, when you're up in Canada, you're kind of at the mercy of the Canadian you're with, so I couldn't very well stomp off and say, "Fuck you, I'll find my own poutine." This is a douchebag who insisted that we go to the observation deck of the Empire State Building two months after 9/11. So I'm up there having a cow (because seriously - two months after 9/11, and this jackhole insists we go to the top of a skyscraper in the same city?), but that dipshit wouldn't take me out for poutine the next time I went to see him.

Okay, so I'm still bitter about the poutine. Can you mail it?

[Matt]

get the chips too, Lisa. You won't regret it.

[Lisa]

What chips? Martin, should I get the chips? I trust Matt, but not in matters of Canadian cuisine.

[Abraham Smashington]

IM GETTING THE CHIPS THIS WEEKEND HOPEFULLY!

[Matt]

All-Dressed Chips, Lisa. For some reason, they're only available in Canada. They are simply amazingly amazing. We've had long, drawn out conversations about these damned chips on this board and the 'other' board.

I'm THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIS close to sending Martin a ton of cash to ship me some.

[Matt]

IM GETTING THE CHIPS THIS WEEKEND HOPEFULLY!

lucky bastard.