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So, here I am working in the big city of Milton just out side of Toronto, ON. I'm giving a rousing little 7 hour training session on stuff.

Next stop, Starbucks via southern California.

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Anonymous said…
and with a mic in his little paw . . .

so, did ya see those anniversary Starbucks cups? creating quite a tizzy . . . for those who don't recognize the logo!
Woodchuck said…
yep, gotta love politcal incorrectness
Anonymous said…
Complete with the Queen in the background, how Canadian!

DG
Me said…
What a boring room to have to talk for 7 hours in! LOL.
WickedHamster said…
We very much approve of pics of monarchs in backgrounds! Even if it's the wrong monarch. (Note to self: Complete conquest of Ontario.)
Anonymous said…
Cool! I used to give trainings on 'things'...hope your presentation on 'stuff' goes well!
Anonymous said…
We can take Canada, what do they have?
- 2 Mounties in knickers with fancy hats.
- 3 guys with no front teeth, with hockey sticks in canoes (Canadian Navy)
- A bunch of guys with tucs, drinking Elsenore (gratitious "Strange Brew" reference) with back bacon sandwiches and mice in their empty bottles.

NOTE: Nothing but love for out friends in the Great White North, my drinking buddy from college was from Trail, BC.

RS
Woodchuck said…
And how could we ever forget Captain Canada, our little Bendict Arnold from the north?
WickedHamster said…
Yes! AND we have that impressive, powerful, and dangerous... uh... er... thingy that WC is standing in front of. Do you like sell those or something?
Woodchuck said…
Sell...sell...nope, I have minions that do that. I just teach RVing rodents how to install, sell, and use said thingy...
Anonymous said…
I'm the clown who actually sells this stuff...or trys too.
WickedHamster said…
Oooooooo... It's always so much fun to have minions!

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