My human (and her thumbs and I guess Kim) just got home and are already abandoning me.
I guess she has a pug to shoot in some place called Philly or something? No idea. All I know is she better bring me back some sort of Philly eatable because I got NOTHING from Canada.
That's right. NOTHING.
I guess she tried to bring me Tim Horton but the customs or security or whoever said Tim wasn't allowed to cross the border. Not sure why she thought I'd want some Canadian dude anyway. I mean, we all know I just want some eatables.
Anyway. Since I don't have thumbs, here's what Driod says about Canada:
|CANADA LOVES MOOSE|
|CANADA LOVES PUGS AS MUCH AS MOOSE|
|CANADA ALSO LOVES DONUTS|
|BIG GIANT BAGELS (aka Twisters)|
|AND FLAT BAGELS (aka Flagels)|
|CANADA CAN BE COLD (and something called Metric)|
|CANADA GAS LOOKS CHEAP BUT ISN'T|