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I remember the first time I drove through Canadia. The rosy cheeked children all singing and dancing, the small pop cans (much more reasonable portions) and those delightful bow-ties. I nearly soiled myself laughing when those hilarious customs fellows kept pulling white rabbits filled with heroin out of our door panels! I thought I'd never get tired of hearing them say 'a!?' And when I learned the woman I was running off with was really a syphillitic east european transvestite and former Stasi informant with a penchant for small animals (funny you should mention Pam, Pete.) - well it was that relentless canadian humor, good cheer and the hot kiss of cold candian steel that kept me from headin on up to the tundra, drinking myself into a stupor and waiting for the puffins to pick my bones clean while I cried myself to death in my own vomit.