And of course, up here in Canada, wild moose roam the street as
parka-clad civilians dash from igloo to igloo dodging hockey
pucks, Seperatists, and errant lacross shots (the nation's
_official_ sport!), chugging their 'I Am Canadian'-Labatt beer,
listening to Alanis Morrisett (shudder) and The Hip.

Hontou ni? We also have aboriginal people living in natural
surroundings in the middle of the cities, which are just a couple of
sheds with a few wooden houses with outside toilets, a few cows and
sheep and horse, bush everywhere, desert where there isn't bush,
drouts all the time, koalas living in every tree, kangaroos hopping
down the highway (the dirt track that's normally used by more than
one person), and we all sit around a pub (they're found near each
house in the whole country) and drink cold beer all day.

Hey!!!! Since when did you get cold beer???? Bastards, you've been 
holding out on us...


;)
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Andrew Stodden <eos@ghost.cc.cmu.edu>
'Life is a harsh mistress, Fate an insatiable lover, 
                                               Death an old friend.'
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