You're surprised by this? My friend, the ten-gallon foam cowboy hat is our provincial uniform! In fact, failure to don one before entering a government building is punishble by death, usually by being beaten with a beaver carcass soaked in crude.
Surely you don't mean to ridicule our mobile pagan idols, either... Bob the Fat Contractor is our most revered of deities.
The lady has just enough fashion sense to opt for the perennially-stylish hardhat instead of the novelty foam ten-gallon hat. That's just part of why she's hot.
Unless she's actually a guy (I can't tell at that size), in which case I'll suffer acute homophobia for a couple of minutes, then go eat breakfast.
I have that hat at work! (Seriously...)
I see that they don't let the lady have a hat!
Looks familiar.
Probably because I have a Canadian roommate who wears plaid pants.
KNOW WHERE YOU SLEEP
yea but you forgot a detail...
ALIENS DON'T SLEEP!!!!!
they are, however, occasionally made unconscious.
You're surprised by this? My friend, the ten-gallon foam cowboy hat is our provincial uniform! In fact, failure to don one before entering a government building is punishble by death, usually by being beaten with a beaver carcass soaked in crude.
Surely you don't mean to ridicule our mobile pagan idols, either... Bob the Fat Contractor is our most revered of deities.
I've got this violent urge to sing the Lumberjack Song. Kill me now.
I've got this violent urge to sing Alabama 3 songs.
But just maybe I'll browse over to the DNA Lounge and listen to the Swarf gig streaming.
The lady has just enough fashion sense to opt for the perennially-stylish hardhat instead of the novelty foam ten-gallon hat. That's just part of why she's hot.
Unless she's actually a guy (I can't tell at that size), in which case I'll suffer acute homophobia for a couple of minutes, then go eat breakfast.
"TIGHTEN YER NUTS?! YAH SURE YOU BETCHA!"
Yet another reason I'm happy I left Alberta.
I see the unions have finally found a fool-proof method for reaching The Youth!