Political Sex

It turns out the Canada has an actual government, or at least use government sounding titles. But so do drunken college students playing drinking games, so who really knows. I’m pretty sure Canada is run by a representative fellowship made up of a lumberjack, a Mountie, a moose, and a brothel madam that meets quarterly under a half-moon in the woods around a tree stump called The Big Northern and makes decisions based on a set of rules in a 300-year-old scroll that is kept safe by The Old Wolf and her one and only cub; they’re a magical breed of female wolf, spawned solely for the purpose of protecting The Great White North’s most sacred items, that can only be killed by their cubs under the cubs’ 40th moon and conceive after ingesting their mothers’ still-beating heart.

Anyway, as you can see above, a picture of Canada’s “Prime Minister” – named Rathika Sitsabaiesan – on her “Parliament” webpage that showed some cleavage was Photoshopped so that she didn’t have cleavage. Or so says something called the Contrarian.

This just in: I like them titties!

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