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I just had to...
I AM NOT CANADIAN!!!
I'm not unemployed,
Or smuggling cigarette across the border,
I don't eat Pepsi and Mae West for breakfast,
I don't watch the hockey game doing it doggie style
And no, I don't know Claude, Manon, or Francois in Abitibi, Timiskaming
But I'm, sure they all have nice teeth.
I smoke in church,
I speak Quebeqious and joile,
Not French or English.
I pronounce it TURD, not THIRD,
And eating french fries with cheese makes sense, mon hostie.
I believe in distinct society,
As long as someone else pays for it.
I believe in language police, not equal rights.
And calis, I beleive that Club SuperSex is an appropriate place
For my wife and me to celebrate our anniversaire.
What the hell, she goes on at 10 anyway.
In Quebec, the Stanley Cup actually comes around
More often than Halley's Comet.
I can get beer at the depanneur,
Not the convenience store.
And maybe I can't turn right on a red light,
But tabernac, I can go right through it!
Because Quebec is the world's largest producer of maple syrup,
The home of Celine Dion, AND Roch Voisine.
The land where everybody is shackin' up,
And the legal drinking age is just a suggestion.
Je m'appele Guy,
AND I AM NOT CANADIAN!!
Mautadit, tabernac hostie.
Merci, salut la visite.
One more thing to add....Milk come in bags!
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