Predictably, the dumb-dumb Google computer could not think of anything whale-like to try and sell me. It skipped right on by the whale content to the Canuck crap and started in on selling me everything from game tickets to a lap dance by Richard Brodeur.
All anybody can talk about in this town is, "Who is going to light the Olympic Flame?" The smart money is on Gretzky. My money is on Stompin' Tom Connors. No one has inspired more Canadians than that old motherfucker.
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