"In the history of the great cataclysm of 2020 it is now widely acknowledged by most historians that the first shot was fired, un-noticed, in a secretively funded advertising campaign designed to lull the Former United States into a false sense of security."
What are the doing up there, you ask? Well, I can't speak for the rest but I've been spending my time hoarding military vehicles, military firearms and now rotary-wing aircraft. So "what are you guys up to up there"? Nothing.... Nothing at all....
I was going to make a Stanley Cup joke. But then I figured I'm new, and you may not appreciate my sense of humor. I don't want to be the first person on Canada's hit list.
They rarely resort to violence unless playing hockey, or watching hockey, or talking about hockey, or wearing a hockey jersey.
Poppy has a very particular set of skills. Skills he has acquired over a very long career. Skills that make him a nightmare for people like you.
I knew it. anic: To avoid being #2, I must admit that I pay very little attention to hockey, and it's a surprise that I even know who won the Cup last year. So really, the joke I was going to make (but wisely didn't) had zero teeth to it. This is what happens when I post instead of just read. :bucky:
A man in a Florida Supermarket tries to buy half a head of lettuce. The very young produce assistant tells him they only sell whole heads. The man persists and asks to see the manager. The boy says he'll ask his manager about it. Walking int the back room the boy says to the manager, "Some ass*&^% wants to buy half a head of lettuce", as he finishes his sentence, he turns to see the man standing right behind him, so he adds "and THIS gentleman offered to buy the other half". The manager approved the deal, and the man went on his way. Later, the manager said to the boy, "I was impressed by the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who can think on their feet. Where are you from son?" "Canada, Sir" replied the boy. "Well why did you leave Canada?" the manager asked. "Sir, there's nothing but whores and hockey players up there", said the boy. "Really" said the manager, "My wife is from Canada". "No chit" said the boy, "who'd she play for?"