๐ŸซŽ Moose Mail

๐Ÿ˜‚ The Laughing Loon

Every joke from the feed, saved here for a rainy (or snowy) day. Clean enough for the coffee shop, groan-worthy enough for the whole table.

It's November in Canada. Somewhere right now, a man is wearing shorts, a parka, and an expression that says "it's not that cold." He is lying. It is that cold. ๐Ÿฅถ
Tell us you're Canadian without telling us you're Canadian. "Sorry, let me just squeeze past ya there, bud."
You know you're Canadian when you measure distance in hours, not kilometres. "How far is it?" "Oh, about three coffees."
What do you call a moose with no name? Anony-moose. ๐ŸซŽ
What's a Canadian's blood type? Maple positive.
How many Canadians does it take to change a lightbulb? One. But they apologize to the old bulb first. Sorry, bulb.
Canada has two seasons: nine months of "it's not that cold," and three months of road construction.
You might be at a Canadian party ifโ€ฆ the dip is maple, the chips are ketchup, and two people have strong feelings about both.
Why did the Canadian bring a ladder to the bar? Heard the drinks were on the house. And it's a two-storey house, eh.

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