Spent a lot of time in various northern Montana cities. Couldn't wait for
the weekend so we could cross the border and buy the greatest treasure
Canada has to offer......Beer. Problem was we would buy it and drink it. The
plan was, buy it and bring it back. We would have to buy more. It was a
vicious cycle. During the course of these beer runs some important facts
surfaced. Canada is very clean. We always made sure we washed the truck and
threw away all the empty beer cans before crossing the border. Canadian men
are called canooks. We figured that out on one of the runs. It was later in
the same cycle we figured out if the guys are canooks, the girls must be
canookies.
A little later in the same cycle we discovered the canookies didn't have a
sense of humor but they did have really large canook friends that didn't
like drunk Americans much. It all ended okay after we shared all the beer
stash with them. They all decided we were right, they were canooks and
canookies just as long as we kept making the beer runs. Great times, great
beer, great people [as long as you kept them drunk.]
DAngus
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