Coup d'Etat in Canuckistan

Personally, I've always been a big Probert fan. Not many guys who can score 20 goals and run up 300 minutes in a season.

Bob was a badazz. I've had the wife looking for 24 sweater for me in white.
D-Mac - also a badazz, but that's after the game changed, and they would shut it down before someone dropped the gloves - most times.
In the Probert years there was as much hype before certain games about two tough guys that danced at the last meeting of the two teams as there was about the actual game.

i like how this has gone from a thread about gov't to a thread about hockey and rippers. good job boys!

Hi-jacks R Us:sifone:
 
Any of you guys ever see a TV show called "Connections" it's basically a string or random tangents that draw a line between two insanely unrelated things... Like dometic cultivation of cabbage and inflatable sex dolls (ok, I might have made that one up, but it's really just illustrative).

Sorry, I got off line on the whole the "gubbermint is F'd" thing... At this point, I sort of see that as standard operating procedure. I just hope that we're still allowed to own pitchforks and torches when the time comes to use 'em!
 
You know, speaking of former Detriot Red Wings, I got thinking this morning about the "wheel and the wing" logo and also thinking about the US government's potential bail out (or not) of the auto industry. I wondered if some day my son was going to ask me why there's a wheel on the Detroit jersey. I considered having to explain that Detriot was once the home of the Amercian auto industry... Then it occurred to me that 20 years from now, the wheel and wing will probably be on the chest of the Dubai Red Wings anyhow...
 
You know, speaking of former Detriot Red Wings, I got thinking this morning about the "wheel and the wing" logo and also thinking about the US government's potential bail out (or not) of the auto industry. I wondered if some day my son was going to ask me why there's a wheel on the Detroit jersey. I considered having to explain that Detriot was once the home of the Amercian auto industry... Then it occurred to me that 20 years from now, the wheel and wing will probably be on the chest of the Dubai Red Wings anyhow...

Scary, isn't it?
 
i like how this has gone from a thread about gov't to a thread about hockey and rippers. good job boys!

Canadians are simple people.

Give us a leaf game on TV, a beer and a hot french canadian broad and we are good ot go....

I used to go to university in Halifax and after my final year I had one of my trucks come out and load up my apartment, my truck and my buddy's truck and then we drove back across Canada in the 18 wheeler with my driver we call Peaches.

We are in Cabano Quebec just outside New Brunswick and Peaches tells us he is out of hours and needs to shut down for a sleep. So me and my buddy spot a run down highwayside strip club and the sign says nothing except 'Motel--XXX--Danseuses'. I told Peaches to pull in and he shut down and climbed into the bunk so me and my buddy went inside.

The place was completely empty and they only had 4 different kinds of beer. We were feeling cold and tired so we drank a few Bailey's and coffee (actually like 6-7 each). We asked the bartender where the girls were, cause there were 0 in the club. She said to me, in french of course, that the 'girl' (singular lol) would be coming on stage in 1 hour so we stayed.

Hour later this broad walks in who looked like she had fallen out of the ugly tree, climbed back up and fallen again (hitting every branch on the way down).

So this old gal sits down at the bar and pulls out a microwaveable hungry man dinner and in a raspy french voice asks the bartender to heat it up for her. She also ordered a Labatt .50 lol (no joke-- you cant make this **** up). She sat there and mowed down on this nasty food right in front of us, pounded the beer (at this point me and my buddy were just watching her in awe/disgust).

So she finishes and goes into a room for a few mins, we have a few smokes order some whiskey and wait. Couple mins later this old broad walks out in a ridiculous costume that looked like something out of a really bad movie. Gut hangin out, smoke in her mouth, cheap sparkle lipstick, the works.

She comes right up to my buddy and grabs his wang. He recoils in horror so me, being drunk as an indian who just cashed his welfare cheque and in Northern Quebec, I get fired up and take her in the back.


Best lap dance of my life!!!!! Until she started crying and swearing in french for no apparent reason.

Needless to say we stayed for one more drink and went back out to the truck and passed out until we hit Montreal. :ack2:
 
Epic. "Drunk as an indian..." I'm going to start using that on my wife (part Cherokee). Ha ha ha.

That story reminds me of the BYOB strip joints that line route 22 as you cross through central PA. Apparently there's some sort of ordinance requiring 18 year olds to have c-section scars before they're allowed to work in a prefab building with an adult book store and strip joint. And yes, I did say BYOB strip joint. Another tip of the hat from me to PA's nonsensical "blue laws"...
 
HOSER DEFINITION

A Canadian term of both derision and affection, popularized - but NOT invented - by the MacKenzie Brothers (from their "Great White North" segments on the old SCTV programme).

Used as a negative, it basically means "idiot." When used positively, it's a phrase of light endearment.

In both cases, it is most effective when the subject(s) displays stereotypically Canadian attributes.
NEG - "They drank all our beers and smoked all our smokes. What a bunch of Hosers."

POS - "They drank all our beers and smoked all our smokes, but took the ski-doos to get more before the hockey game started. What a bunch of Hosers."
 
I just had my girlfriend show up at the office for lunch and she called me a hoser...we looked up the definition on Wikipedia.....yup I am wearing a plaid jacket with a red liner, company touque, boots and have the traditional pack of Players in my breat pocket.

When I saw the definition it made me laugh.


FROM WIKIPEDIA


"Today, the word hoser evokes - sometimes sympathetically, with gentle ribbing, and sometimes negatively - a stereotypical Canadian male, typically lower to middle class, white and English Canadian. He is especially concerned with drinking beer and watching hockey or curling. The hoser is understood as a product of a poor and white upbringing, but never from a more cosmopolitan lifestyle — he is more likely to come from a small town or a rural farm community than a big city, although hosers may also exist in the suburbs of major cities. He is generally assumed to be unemployed, although he may also be a farmer, a labourer working in primary industry (manufacturing, mining, forestry, etc.), a tradesman or a manual labourer. He is typically not university-educated: if he has any education past high school, it's a college trade program. If he does go on to university, or moves to a city, he will still have preferences for "hoser" food, clothing, music, and sports, and will retain the language inflections of his upbringing.

He's often imagined wearing heavy winter clothing, usually a flannel lumberjack shirt, Kodiak boots and a tuque. He is generally a young adult to middle age, and may be somewhat aggressive given the beer and hockey, but may conversely be passive and amiable, given the beer. In musical culture, he is correlated with classic and mainstream rock music, particularly with Rush, April Wine, Trooper and the earlier, rowdier works of The Tragically Hip. If he goes out socially, it's usually to a doughnut shop.

A hoser's flannel shirt may also be referred to as a "Kenora dinner jacket". (Some regional variations of this term also exist, usually substituting a hoser-stereotyped local community's name in place of Kenora.)"
 
Canadians are simple people.

Give us a leaf game on TV, a beer and a hot french canadian broad and we are good ot go....

I used to go to university in Halifax and after my final year I had one of my trucks come out and load up my apartment, my truck and my buddy's truck and then we drove back across Canada in the 18 wheeler with my driver we call Peaches.

We are in Cabano Quebec just outside New Brunswick and Peaches tells us he is out of hours and needs to shut down for a sleep. So me and my buddy spot a run down highwayside strip club and the sign says nothing except 'Motel--XXX--Danseuses'. I told Peaches to pull in and he shut down and climbed into the bunk so me and my buddy went inside.

The place was completely empty and they only had 4 different kinds of beer. We were feeling cold and tired so we drank a few Bailey's and coffee (actually like 6-7 each). We asked the bartender where the girls were, cause there were 0 in the club. She said to me, in french of course, that the 'girl' (singular lol) would be coming on stage in 1 hour so we stayed.

Hour later this broad walks in who looked like she had fallen out of the ugly tree, climbed back up and fallen again (hitting every branch on the way down).

So this old gal sits down at the bar and pulls out a microwaveable hungry man dinner and in a raspy french voice asks the bartender to heat it up for her. She also ordered a Labatt .50 lol (no joke-- you cant make this **** up). She sat there and mowed down on this nasty food right in front of us, pounded the beer (at this point me and my buddy were just watching her in awe/disgust).

So she finishes and goes into a room for a few mins, we have a few smokes order some whiskey and wait. Couple mins later this old broad walks out in a ridiculous costume that looked like something out of a really bad movie. Gut hangin out, smoke in her mouth, cheap sparkle lipstick, the works.

She comes right up to my buddy and grabs his wang. He recoils in horror so me, being drunk as an indian who just cashed his welfare cheque and in Northern Quebec, I get fired up and take her in the back.


Best lap dance of my life!!!!! Until she started crying and swearing in french for no apparent reason.

Needless to say we stayed for one more drink and went back out to the truck and passed out until we hit Montreal. :ack2:

GOLD! pure gold!! did you go to dal?
 
Any of you guys ever see a TV show called "Connections" it's basically a string or random tangents that draw a line between two insanely unrelated things... Like dometic cultivation of cabbage and inflatable sex dolls (ok, I might have made that one up, but it's really just illustrative).

Sorry, I got off line on the whole the "gubbermint is F'd" thing... At this point, I sort of see that as standard operating procedure. I just hope that we're still allowed to own pitchforks and torches when the time comes to use 'em!

i've seen every one of the episodes. actually really really cool show. watched it for a phil of technology class and then we had to write an essay and follow the connections all the way through. we did the id card and some of the connections we made were pretty neat actually.
 
i use to have a friend that would always say right before the start of a good night "im gunna drink more beers then 100 indians!"

any of you guys snowboard or ski? i can't wait to shred again, i didnt ride last year because of my shoulder, but im gunna be back this year and hopefully better then ever!
 
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