What IS it with Canadians? I swear this is the truth, but lets just say in my "Sowing my wild oats party days" it was always the girls I met from Toronto (we had quite a few here) that
couldn't wait to get home, or at least somewhere
that the car wasn't moving. [img]eek.gif[/img]
I literally had to pull the car over as they weren't going to stop .. until I did...or something. (There's just no polite way of saying this is there?) [img]redface.gif[/img] *sighs* hoping this thread stays in the locker room.