Je t'aime, Triomphe le chien comique d'insulte!

Je t'aime, Triomphe le chien comique d'insulte!

Unlike other commentators on this board, I think of Canada as a sweet, soft spoken older brother looking down lovingly from the North. Or at least I did until they started taking petty shots at one of Americas Favorite Sons. Fortunately, Conan was able to rise above but I'm not sure I'll be able to drink a Labatts without thinking twice for a long time.