Fantastic thing, July 1. Occuring this year on an unassuming weekday before our very own July 4. It shows the Canadian characteristics of good grace, defference, and a century of seething rage for which they will make us all pay respect, that make the World’s Longest Border work. Today I toast you, Land of the North, by consuming a magnum of the war crime above, which you are manly enough to call a beer.
Preeeeeeeesent … DRINK!