To celebrate my freshly minted hatred for the Spanish national football team, allow me to open this bottle of delicious... Spanish... wine? Wait. I really didn't think this through. I can't hate Spain. I fucking love Spain! I fucking love everything about it, with the notable exception of the fact that their side, having looked less than impressive for most of the tournament, suddenly flounced into the semifinal, only to make my wonderful Germans look like a company of dapper gentlemen on a leisurely afternoon stroll. There goes the system, I guess. I have some more grief scheduled for later this evening, but starting tomorrow, it's business as usual and La Furia Roja all the way. Because I love those bloody Spaniards. I love their stupid little beards, I love their ridiculous hairstyles and the fact that even someone who is not an accomplished lipreader can tell that every time they miss a shot, the word puta gets used a lot. Rhyme unintentional. Anyway, I forgot where I was going with this, so here are some Canadian stereotypes in comic strip form.
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