Dust bowl

So here we all are, part of the new world technology and having absolutely no clue what I am doing, but it will be a new challenge. I'm not sure my ramblings will have any impact on the world as we know it, but maybe we'll have some fun and lots of laughs while I try to embrace a whole new medium of communication. Maybe. Or not.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Canadian Giant in hot water with U.S.

I don't know about you, but this conjures up sooo many images in my mind that I have to stop and go someplace else to do something else.  Just imagine it.  A giant canadian in the Paul Bunyionish mode.  Is this giant male or female?  Where does it live?  What does it eat?  Does it have giant lumberjack clothes?  Just imagine the groceries it could buy with it's giant underpants (see fill your panties if you're not sure about this).  So why would this giant be in hot water with the U.S.?  Who invited who?  Where is this hot water?  How hot is hot?  Is it in a tub or a jaccusie?  Are they sitting around having many cups of bush tea and discussing the weather or debating climate change and what it will mean to their lives?  How about what they are wearing in the hot water.  Are they wearing the latest in swimsuit fashion, or sticking with their old, more than slightly worn, models?  What colour are the swimsuits they are in?  Are they wearing basic black that goes with everything?  You know, like the little black dress, you can wear it plain or you can put a string of pearls on and go out to a high end restaurant.  Or are they in something much more daring like plaid or stripes and is the pattern figure flattering or just plane tackie?  How would we know?  Will the paparazzi take many pictures of this or will security fend them off so this pair can have some quality time alone?  This inquiring mind  isn't sure it wants to know, but hey, somebody might.  Until next time.

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