An Oldie

Thanks, xkcd, for having a comic for everything. Because ... yeah. Canada's been fun.
 
 

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The Admiral said…
I don't remember this one, but it made me laugh out loud.

And I'm glad that Canada is treating you well.
20 September, 2014 09:06
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