Oil, minerals, Molson, some two bit hockey players, now this: silicone.
http://news.yahoo.com/u-genius-visa-att ... ector.html
Canadian exports to the US
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ruckman101
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Re: Canadian exports to the US
How utterly (not udderly) American. Have to keep the masses titillated (sorry).
Gee, ya think there might be a bias here if you studied the ethnicities of folks granted such special Visas? Ya think the Beib was granted one?
neal
Gee, ya think there might be a bias here if you studied the ethnicities of folks granted such special Visas? Ya think the Beib was granted one?
neal
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SlowLane
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Amazing. Apparently the USA hasn't got enough home-grown bimbos. Ya gotta start importing them.
'course, that's one less bimbo that Canada has to put up with...
'course, that's one less bimbo that Canada has to put up with...
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ruckman101
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American culture nurtures and encourages bimboism.
neal
neal
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Xelmon
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Hey PJ! Long time no see on the forums - or I'm just oblivious.
As for that visa thing... Ya-hah... Mmm-k, w/e. :|
As for that visa thing... Ya-hah... Mmm-k, w/e. :|
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Sylvester
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O! Canada!
Ah well, we grow them better in the South.
Ah well, we grow them better in the South.
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