C, eh. N, eh. D, eh


You might be Canadian if:

You’ve ever had your tongue frozen to something.

The trunk of your car doubles as a freezer.

You have at least 10 recipes for Moose meat.

Your snowblower has more mileage on it than your car.

You substitute beer for water when cooking.

You know at least six guys named Gordon.

You don’t have group sex because there would be too many thank-you notes to write afterwards.


I had my tongue frozen to WWII weaponry (some gun thing, from a ship, I guess, in the local park). I was a new girl in town in Idaho, six years old, and some sadistic young bully convinced me putting my tongue on it in the dead of winter was something awesome.




ahh, yiss! I get it, “The Great White North”


^^^ that ain’t snow, it’s “snow”