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Don' loose face abou' try-ing to get hon wit' some hoperation wit no time.
A long long time ago, in a place far, far away... a majicial place a da Governmen' hof Canada hoficially call' "Nunavut", NU
, or en Francais, nekked. Hi tink it mean place we're da sun don' shine... henyway-'der use to be an operat-ion dey call Bradley Hair Service.
Dey was a good bunch, eh? Hexcept for dat "F@t B@&t@rd"...
Someday... 'ockey sweater over da 'ed....
Dey take a guy oo ad da minimum time an den put 'im on da Twin Hotter.
But firs' dey work im like a dog at someting else- some back breaking groun job hof some sort... freezing 'is arse off... or back seat in da 727.
Hit was like a reverse bond, hand since da guy, 'e work 'is fingers to da bone, 'e stay haroun' to collekt is re-ward... a few tousand hour in da big turbine powr'd machine... Den 'e move on... hor marry some Eskimo - uhh, dat's not right- ow do you say: INUIT Princess an' stay.
I dunno hif dey still do dat stuff henymore.
Henyway, down in Tor-on-to der was dis company call Millard I tink dat would force da guy to sleep in da 'anger and clean planes for nuttin'. Wapiti... now dat was a class act- of stupidity. Hif a guy stay more dan 6 hour dere 'e was crazy.
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