ortega76
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How can you tell if one of your dinner guests is vegan?
Don't worry, they'll let you know.
Don't worry, they'll let you know.
How can you tell if one of your dinner guests is vegan?
Don't worry, they'll let you know.
Q: How do you get 50 Canadians out of a swimming pool?
A: "Everyone out of the pool now, please."
I like it Tony,but it only works for swimming pools,try and get us to leave a bar or hockey game(haha)
Well, the dewy-eyed bride and I are turning into Canuckophiles. We can get our Yank asses up to the Great White North via automobile in less than three hours, we listen to As It Happens every weeknight on CBC Radio, we watch Peter Mansbridge on The National most nights as we drift off to the Land of Nod, and we're beginning to understand the rules of hockey. We've even hosted a Canada Day barbecue each of the past three years, and we try to work a Canadian theme into our occasional get-togethers throughout the year. One of our regular guests has devised a sort of Canada-themed quiz. As it turns out, most Yanks know diddly about Canada (outside of the maple syrup, Molson's and hockey stereotypes), or so one would conclude based on our guests' performance on those little exams. Ask most of them to name a Canadian named something other than Neil, Joni or Leonard, and you'll witness a pregnant pause before they say something like, "Wayne Gretsky is a Canadian, ain't he?"
In keeping with the Canadian theme,Do you know why we say "eh"?
Cause as soon as we get you to say that correctly we'll move to B,C,D,E ect.
Pity of it is, the best Canadian jokes I know hardly belong in a "Clean Jokes" thread.
It was a Canadian, by the way, who pointed out to me that the number of bottles in a case of beer was equal to the number of hours in a day, and how that couldn't possibly be just a coincidence.
When I was in Jr. High and High School, the southern California "vatos" adressed every guy as "eh."
Or was it A? "Hey A, let me cut in the lunch line."
Except for when it was "ese" instead.
(Or S.A.)
Their sons call each other "fool."
An old Northwest legend, dating at least to the 1920s, has to do with the metal bands used by the Washington Biological Survey to tag migratory birds.
The bands bore a Seattle address and the abbreviation "Wash. Biol. Surv." until the agency received the following letter from an address in Montana:
"Dear Sirs: While camping last week I shot one of your birds. I followed the cooking instructions on the leg tag, and I want to tell you it tasted terrible."