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Those Crazy Canadians

It's Canada Day. Let's celebrate the fact that Justine Bieber lives in California. Happy beer and BBQ day to my Canadian friends. And to my American friends: ha, ha, we get to celebrate our national holiday first!





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nonamedufus said…
Happy day Canada broke away from Britain, Indigo.
nonamedufus said…
Wait, wait, not all Americans, Boom Boom. Aw, damn.
nonamedufus said…
There were a lot of great ones. I really had to narrow it down. Much like the beer I chose to drink today.
Bryan G. said…
We too, John. Snooty Brits anyway. ;) Oops, sorry, Indigo. ;)
Bryan G. said…
Not only do you get to celebrate yours first this year, but it's also on a Monday where ours is on a Thursday and means for many of us we have to go back to work the next day, for one last day. Sometimes it sucks to be American...like this week. :)
nonamedufus said…
We always get to celebrate ours first. It's on July 1st every year.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, careful there Bryan. We don't want to set off a crazy Brit.
meleahrebeccah said…
It's Canada Day. Let's celebrate the fact that Justine Bieber lives in California. - AahahhAhahahHAhahHAHa!

Happy Canada Day, Dufus!
nonamedufus said…
Thanks Meleah. Right back at ya on the 4th.
Quirky Loon said…
I LOVED the second image. How funny... and SNARKY! Loved it! And Happy Canada to my favorite Canadian!
nonamedufus said…
Thanks, Quirks. Glad to see I outdid Bieber in this regard.
Bryan G. said…
Ah, yes, true *facepalm* :).
nonamedufus said…
That's okay Bryan I know you've been away for awhile and aren't at the top of your game.

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