For years I heard our national anthem. I’ve heard great renditions of it. I’ve heard mediocre renditions of it. I’ve heard it butchered so badly I wanted to throw canned hams at the singer. I’ve heard it vamped beyond recognition by a bunch of talentless nobodies who thought they were Whitney Houston. A few times when a Canadian team was in town, I have heard “O Canada”.
It needs to stop. If we need to be reminded at sporting events what country we live in, we’re in worse trouble than previously imagined.
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