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Topic: Canadians eh!
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Daryl C. W. O'Shea
Film God

Posts: 3977
From: Midland Ontario Canada (where Panavision & IMAX lenses come from)
Registered: Jun 2002
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posted 07-21-2003 02:40 AM
Rated F (Family)
An American decided to write a book about famous churches around the world. For his first chapter he decided to write about American churches. So he bought a plane ticket and took a trip to Orlando, thinking that he would work his way across the country from South to North. On his first day he was inside a church taking photographs when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read"$10,000 per call".
The American, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what the telephone was used for. The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 you could talk to God.
The American thanked the priest and went along his way. Next stop was in Atlanta. There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it. He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in Orlando and he asked a nearby nun what its purpose was. She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for $10,000 he could talk to God. "O.K., thank you," said the American.
He then traveled to Indianapolis, Washington DC, Philadelphia, Boston,and New York. In every church he saw the same golden telephone with the same "$10,000 per call" sign under it. The American, upon leaving Vermont saw a sign for Canada and decided to see if Canadians had the same phone.
He arrived in Kingston, and again, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read "10 cents per call."
The American was surprised so he asked the priest about the sign. " Father, I've traveled all over America and I've seen this same golden telephone in many churches. I'm told that it is a direct line to Heaven, but in every state the price was $10,000 per call. Why is it so cheap here?
The priest smiled and answered,
"You're in Canada now son, it's a local call".
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 11-18-2003 11:51 AM
Rated G How Canada Got Named
There were three explorers,hiking through what is now known as Canada.
You know, said one of the explorers, we should name this place were hiking through.
I know, said the second explorer. We'll each pick a letter and then make a name out of that.
Ok, said the third, I'll go first, C,eh.N,eh.D,eh.... and that's how they named Canada.
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

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From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 12-11-2003 04:40 AM
Rated G ED in Aurora, Ont.
Two boys are playing hockey on a frozen pond in a Red Deer, Alberta, park when one of the boys is suddenly attacked by a crazed Rottweiler. Thinking quickly, the other boy takes his hockey stick, shoves it under the dog's collar, twists it, and breaks the dog's neck, saving his friend.
A reporter is strolling by, sees the incident, and rushes over to interview the boy. "Young Flames Fan Saves Friend From Vicious Animal," he starts writing in his notebook.
"But I'm not a Flames fan," the little hero replies.
"Sorry, since we're in Alberta, I just assumed you were," says the reporter and he starts writing again. "Oilers Fan Rescues Friend From Horrific Attack" he writes in his notebook.
"I'm not an Oilers fan either," the boy says.
"Oh, I assumed everyone in Alberta was either for the Flames or the Oilers. What team do you root for?" the reporter asks.
"I'm a Maple Leafs fan," the boy replies.
The reporter starts a new sheet in his notebook and writes: "Little Bastard" From Ontario Kills Beloved Family Pet."
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

Posts: 28608
From: New York City & Newport, RI
Registered: Feb 2001
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posted 01-07-2004 07:13 AM
Rated G
A man walked into the produce section of his local supermarket, and asked to buy half a head of lettuce. The boy working in that department told him that they only sold whole heads of lettuce. The man was insistent that the boy asked his manager about the matter. Walking into the back room, the boy said to the manager, "Some jerk wants to buy half a head of lettuce." As he finished his sentence, he turned to find the man standing right behind him, so he added, "And this gentleman kindly offered to buy the other half." The manager approved the deal, and the man went on his way. Later the manager said to the boy, "I was impressed with the way you got yourself out of that situation earlier. We like people who think on their feet here. Where are you from, son?" "Canada, sir," the boy replied. "Well, why did you leave Canada?" the manager asked. The boy said, "Sir, there's nothing but hookers and hockey players up there." "Really?" said the manager. "My wife is from Canada." "No shit??" replied the boy... "Who'd she play for?"
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Bob Maar
(Maar stands for Maartini)

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posted 01-13-2004 03:30 PM
Rated G
Top 10 Signs You're Pure Italian-Canadian 1. At 35, you still have a phobia of walking through your parent's dining room. 2. As a child, your last week of summer holidays were always spent putting caps on sauce-filled Mio bottles. 3. Contrary to medical literature,you still believe that eating two plates of pasta,three fried veal cutlets,two sausages,and a half bottle of wine makes for a healthy meal. 4. You "close" the light and "open" the TV 5. You maintain that broom handles, wooden spoons, and slippers are all tools for effective parenting. 6. Although the food isn't as good, you prefer attending relatives'funerals over weddings because they're so much cheaper. 7. You can rebuild a motor and frame a house, but couldn't operate a washing machine if your life depended on it. 8. Every picture frame, salt shaker, nut cracker, candle holder, and butter knife in your home is a "bomboniere" from previous weddings. 9. Because of years of getting yelled at by your mother, you know more saint names than the Pope. 10. Your father signed you up for hockey just long enough to accumulate enough broken sticks for his garden.
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