Canada:
Tax his land, tax his wage,
Tax his sufferance in old age.
Tax his health, tax his wealth,
Tax his business done by stealth.
Tax his car, tax his gas,
Tax the roads on which he pass.
Tax his food, tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his house, tax his bed,
Tax the pillow under his head.
Tax his work, tax his pay,
He works for taxes half the day.
Tax his liquor, tax his smoke,
Tax him till he’s completely broke.
If he cries, tax his tears,
Tax the comfort of his years.
Tax his coffin, tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he's laid.
When he's gone, don't relax,
It's time to collect the estate tax.
And do not let them leave without taxing it all again.
Mike Myers Is Expected To Receive The Golden Elbow Award
This prize is given to the person who lives outside of Canada a minimum of 355 Days a Year but still INSISTS on Fucking Up Canada whenever he is here
A perfect day in Canada:
6:00 wake up
6:30 have toast with butter that almost melts.
7:00 leave for work earlier for incase another semi driver slammed into something creating traffic.
8:00 swing by Tim Horton's, repeat your order 4 times.
8:30 get to work and immediately start with land acknowledgments chants.
13:00 have ketchup chips for lunch.
13:30 post on Facebook about how Donald Trump ruined Canada. Enjoy the satisfaction of getting likes from boomers and a couple bots. Great success.
15:00 spent an hour at HR after misgendering your genderfluid-4 spirited- furry co-worker who identified as a gay giraffe today.
16:00 it's pay day! Open pay stub feel relieved that over 40% of your income went to taxes knowing it pays for welfare of non-Canadians somewhere.
17:00 finish another good day at work trying to navigate the latest red tape impacting your company.
18:30 nothing much for dinner as groceries are too expensive. You order a $8 kids happy meal and pay $23 for it. Open the wrapper to see a bite taken out. It's ok, you understand.
19:30 watch CBC, feel better you were right about Donal Trump.
21:00 get comfy on the couch for a good sleep as you had to rent your bedroom out to afford rent.
After the Achilles tear, Jed York came into the 49ers locker room and asked George Kittle if there’s anything he could get him. Within minutes, that bottle of tequila was in the 49ers’ locker room.
A couple hours later, victory in Philadelphia was secured. A new piece of 49ers legend
@49ers Maybe use some of your influence to start calling out the poor leadership that has led to this horrible environment for your fans and now players? 🤔