Views from the Dorms

A Small Town Montana Kid's Version of "Country Mouse in the Big City"

Monday, April 25, 2005

Top 5 Things About America

1. America has no mounties.
2. America has no mutant-French-speaking province, smack dab in the middle, that wants to secede.
3. America doesn't have only one damn sport... (special-ed football doesn't count.)
4. America has very few Canadians.
5. America has very few Canadians.

12 Comments:

At 11:20 PM , Blogger Nolan said...

6. Borders protected by a bunch of gun-slinging volunteer rednecks and not by a few unarmed boy scouts in red uniforms

 
At 11:37 PM , Blogger Nolan said...

Why all the animosity towards our friendly neighbors to the north?

 
At 12:59 AM , Blogger Kody said...

Because they frickin'suck

 
At 8:15 AM , Blogger anderson said...

7. hawaii.

worst thing about america

1. montana!

 
At 12:05 PM , Blogger Kody said...

come on anderson... you've GOT to be kidding...

 
At 12:31 PM , Blogger Joey Airdo said...

8. Guys can wear pink pants without getting crap about it. Wait, scratch that. You're an asshole, Kody.

 
At 2:12 PM , Blogger Sean T. Foulkes said...

^^^ LMFAO i should wear a bra then complain that people made fun of me for it. Also, there is a #6 to that list:

6. We are allowed, by law, to inform people publicly of how unintelligent and retarded they are.

(Unless you outright lie about them, in which case you get in some trouble, but only if you're a newspaper)

 
At 5:41 PM , Blogger Joey Airdo said...

Yes, please do wear a bra. What color would you wear, Sean?

 
At 8:24 PM , Blogger Sean T. Foulkes said...

whatever color turns you on. probably pink, by the sound of it.

 
At 12:26 PM , Blogger Joey Airdo said...

Hey, if it works for your mom...

 
At 12:51 AM , Blogger Darric said...

They say Sinbad the Sailor was the guy who found the Sultan's Treasure, but that's wrong. It was me! Me, Sintruck shaped the naked proffesional skiier with only one leg.! The treasure was hidden in a cave in a wild, wretched and repulsive forest in the dark heart of deep in the heart of texas. The entrance to the cave was guarded by a blood-thirsty leprechaun named shamus with eyes that shone the shit that was skewered off the back end of a shingle.. I sang that leprechaun named shamus two choruses of why cant we be friends? in my sweetest voice, and he fell fast asleep. Now for the magic word that would cause the stone to roll away so I could get the treasure!!! Open cocaine! No, that didn't work! Open nipple rings! Great Bats of Gilead! That wasn't it either! Maybe if I said the name of my favorite food... Open deep fried salad tongs with mushroom gravy! It worked! The huge stone rolled away. And there was the Sultan's Treasure! Mountains of precious 12 crunchy tacos for only 2.99 that i got at taco bell .! More jewel-encrusted weighted dice than you could shake a cutlass at! And bags and bags and bags full of welding goggles. And it all belonged me! It still does. And I don't have to share. I am Sintruck shaped the naked proffesional skiier with only one leg.! HA! HA!

 
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