Canada’s kind and gracious grocery overlords have bestowed upon civilians a most wonderful gift. This treasure, glistening in the sun’s brightest yellow and with words of bold black tourmaline, shall adorn the homes of all Canadians from Victoria to St. John’s, Whitehorse to Toronto. Man, woman and child will, for the next three months, rejoice in this bounty at a cost equivalent to what it is now.
Good read, it nicely details the hypocrisy of this stunt. I remember finding a largish piece of wood in some No Name Peas, probably from a skid. Galen wouldn’t take my call.
