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Eh?

As it turns out, ignorance really is bliss.

I received some horrible news yesterday. Apparently I’m Canadian. Well, sorta. Not so much me, but my great-great-great grandparents were. This info rocked my world beyond belief. I’ve spent the last 13 years making fun of one of my closest friends, Carmen, for you guessed it–being Canadian.

I feel like such a bitch. A cold, heartless Canadian bitch.

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  • bwaahaahaahaaaaaa. I’ll send you some Dulce and Red Rose immediately

  • Nice! I too have Canadian heritage. When my ancestors arrived from Scotland they made a pit stop and popped out a few children in Canada. My great-great grandfather was born there and was an illegal immigrant to the Mexican Territory–oops I mean Utah.

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