Jocks. Metalheads. Burnouts. D&D Dorks. Skids... and I could go on for quite some time, but I’ll restrain myself. The one that came to piss me off the most is what I’d like to think is an original term of my devise:
The Canucker Fucker
The Canucker Fucker has 3 very particular traits that, although not overly annoying on their own, putting them together made me dry heave.
1. Excessively listens to The Tragically Hip (If you don’t know who they are, they are like Canadian music rock royalty... and I hate them.)
2. Loves the Toronto Maple Leafs
3. Wears car logo hats.
Perhaps it was because this pretty much described half of the guys from my high school, but no matter, I tried my damnedest to steer clear of any guy that shared this lethally annoying combination.
On the third date with a particular fellow, I felt it was about that time I put out; he had failed to disappoint me up to that point, so that was a good sign! After the initial make out session on his couch, he led me to his bedroom. When he opened up the door, this is what I saw:
1. Giant (24x36in) framed gig poster of The Tragically Hip hanging over his bed
2. Toronto Maple Leafs pillowcase & duvet cover
3. VW baseball cap hanging on the bed post.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I tried not to be horrifically disappointed and I powered though the sex...
and then a while later, I married him.
Apparently, he truly was a Canucker Fucker and I just so happened to be the Canuck.
Does that mean the joke’s on me?
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Originally posted on Finding One's Way.
The Canucker Fucker has 3 very particular traits that, although not overly annoying on their own, putting them together made me dry heave.
1. Excessively listens to The Tragically Hip (If you don’t know who they are, they are like Canadian music rock royalty... and I hate them.)
2. Loves the Toronto Maple Leafs
3. Wears car logo hats.
Perhaps it was because this pretty much described half of the guys from my high school, but no matter, I tried my damnedest to steer clear of any guy that shared this lethally annoying combination.
On the third date with a particular fellow, I felt it was about that time I put out; he had failed to disappoint me up to that point, so that was a good sign! After the initial make out session on his couch, he led me to his bedroom. When he opened up the door, this is what I saw:
1. Giant (24x36in) framed gig poster of The Tragically Hip hanging over his bed
2. Toronto Maple Leafs pillowcase & duvet cover
3. VW baseball cap hanging on the bed post.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I tried not to be horrifically disappointed and I powered though the sex...
and then a while later, I married him.
Apparently, he truly was a Canucker Fucker and I just so happened to be the Canuck.
Does that mean the joke’s on me?
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Originally posted on Finding One's Way.
I'm assuming you had a garage sale to get rid of all his shit, right?