Gooses are obnoxiously loud and they shit everywhere. I'm a little surprised we (the US) haven't elected one since those seem to be desirable traits in our president these days.
They are immensely entertaining though. I actually love walking through the park in breeding season and seeing them do their honk and dance routine, tirelessly to every person and dog combo which goes by. They could just move off the path and be unmolested. But no, that is not the way of the goose. It is to yell impotently at everything which could kill you easily, and then to become emboldened by their lack of interest.
As someone who spent almost equal time on both coasts and in Ontario, my sense of Canadian slang is fucked because so much of it is regional.
Whatcha sayin', b'y? Sherbert headed buddy down the ways trying to fuck aboat*? Some stupid of this goof**. Fuck it, they can keep their 24s, mickeys and 26s outta here. Won't be able to get my JDs - that's a right sin. But she's the best choice.
Don't care what the b'ys on the back of the bus might chirp aboat this, she's alright by me.
*Go to Nova Scotia and honestly tell me you don't meet someone who says about, it almost comes across as aboot, but actually sounds like aboat.
**Also, goof is used in the truest Canadian context here, and based on what we know about buddy and the guy who didn't kill himself probably isn't far off.
I listen to the line in Classified's The Maritimes, "smokes cost $10 a pack (damn)", and think "Damn, that's cheap, what was he complaining about? Thank fuck I don't smoke anymore."
The only time I've drank Blue by choice was during an 80s costume party where I went as the most Canadian early 80s rock guy ever. Jean jacket, Rush t-shirt, mullet, the works.
Fucking loved that costume, but I should of drank 50 instead. Both taste like sadness but 50 is slightly more authentic.