How about, "intelligent attractive Canadians" ???

Oh yeah... there ain't no such thing.

The answer is, your grandmaw's prolapsed vagina, floating in a murky Mason jar of moose mucus.

A lard bucket full of putrified pierogies with bacon

A tin of Malkin's Strawberry Jam

A worn urinal disk in the men's room at the Kenora Provincial Syphilis Clinic and Welcome Center.

Who cares, you're just Dabs' alter ego in drag, and you don't even exist in a real sense.

Go make us some sammiches.