Canadian Jokes

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CANADIAN JOKE # 1
After the North American Beer Festival, all the brewery
presidents decided to go out for a beer. The guy from Corona sits
down and says, "Hey Senor, I would like the world's best beer, a
Corona." The bartender dusts off a bottle from the shelf and gives it to
him.

The guy from Budweiser says, "I'd like the best beer in the world,
give me 'The King Of Beers', a Budweiser." The bartender gives him one.

The guy from Coors says, "I'd like the only beer made with
Rocky Mountain spring water, give me a Coors." He gets it.

The guy from Molson sits down and says, "Give me a Coke."

The bartender is a little taken aback, but gives him what he ordered.

The other brewery presidents look over at him and ask, "Why
aren't you drinking a Molson's?"

The Molson president replies, "Well, I figured if you guys aren't
drinking beer, neither would I."

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CANADIAN JOKE #2

A Canadian is walking down the street with a case of Molson
under his arm. His friend Doug stops him and asks, "Hey Bob!
Whatcha get the case of beer for?"

"I got it for my wife, eh." answers Bob.

"Oh!" exclaims Doug, "Good trade."

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EH-----Only a Canadian would love them two .Good one:) wave

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Orginally posted by Chester Taje

EH-----Only a Canadian would love them two .Good one:) wave

Remember, I'm an honorary Canadian. :winter

Welcome home, Ches. :flowers

:ola :ola :ola :ola

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35 Signs You Might Be A Yankee

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You think barbecue is a verb meaning "to cook outside."
You think Heinz Ketchup is SPICY.
You don't have any problems pronouncing "Worcestershire sauce" correctly.
For breakfast, you would prefer potatoes au gratin to grits.
You're not sure what grits are, anyway.
You don't know what a moon pie is.
You've never had grain alcohol.
You've never, ever, eaten Okra.
You eat fried chicken with a knife and fork.
You've never seen a live chicken, and the only cows you've seen are on road trips.
You have no idea what a polecat is.
You don't see anything wrong with putting a sweater on a poodle.
You don't have bangs.
You would rather vacation at Martha's Vineyard than Six Flags.
More than two generations of your family have been kicked out of the same prep school in Connecticut.
You would rather have your son become a lawyer than grow up to get his own TV fishing show.
Instead of referring to two or more people as "y'all," you call them "you guys," even if both of them are women.
You don't think Howard Stern has an accent.
You have never planned your summer vacation around a gun-and-knife show.
You think more money should go to important scientific research at your university than to pay the salary of the head football coach.
You don't have at least one can of WD-40 somewhere around the house.
The last time you smiled was when you prevented someone from getting on an on-ramp on the highway.
You don't have any hats in your closet that advertise feed stores.
The farthest south you've ever been is the perfume counter at Neiman Marcus.
You call binoculars opera glasses.
You can't spit out the car window without pulling over to the side of the road and stopping.
You would never wear pink or an applique sweatshirt.
You don't know what applique is.
Most of your formative high school sexual experiences took place within the context of a football game.
You don't know anyone with two first names (i.e. Joe Bob, Billy Bob, Kay Bob, John Boy)
You don't have doilies, and you certainly don't know how to make one.
You've never been to a craft show.
You get freaked out when people on the subway talk to you.