Right. Let's get this over with as painlessly as possible.
I can see your house from here.
Meeker ran away, and we watched him go for three days.
Gosh, what is up with that corner, it's, like, super confusing, eh?
That Luis Riel, he sure was a scamp, and no mistake.
Anyone want a Slurpee?
Call that a parka? You're going to need three more.
There's a Winnipeg on Mars now, and this one is still colder.
Come on down to the social at the curling rink and we'll listen to The Guess Who while we discuss the history of the Bluebombers, and Canadian Medicare.
Oot and aboot.
I think that just about sums up everything I've heard from all the people I've met who, pointedly, are not in Winnipeg.
From the people of Winnipeg themselves, I have repeatedly heard only the following:
Welcome. It's really nice ta meetcha.
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