I remember my first Canuck love. A little ice skater named Judy. MAN! You could crack walnuts with her, um, better not say. She went for my neighbor though. Darn. I was born in a little town three miles outside Canada in the great state of NY. One of my uncles lives in Franklin Centre. I seem to recall an unfair number of mighty fine looking ladies up there. But I do have to admit there a some great ones in this area also. If you really want to impress the Canuck's, learn French, then go to up and woo them. But just remember, you always have to come home to our own women. Oh, what's wrong with a women with no teeth? That is if she is three feet tall and has a flat head to hold your beer. :P

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Just because I look big, dumb, and ugly, doesn't mean I am. It means I can stomp you for calling me it!