Cottage people fed us quiche and beer for breakfast and cradled our puppy in their laps and named her after a teevee lobster. In other news, my feet and most of my Sherry are glowing bright red.
The things that Ontario people call “cottages” are called “cabins” in many other parts of the country. As a result, many summertime beer advertising campaigns must be overdubbed or retouched so that Saskatchewanians aren’t distracted from their beer-thirst by some errant non-beers-and-easy-women-related thought like “how can you claim your beer is the coldest when beer’s coldness obviously depends on available refrigeration infrastructure?” or “what the fuck is a cottage?”
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