tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034236502330396350.post4788335891951494082..comments2007-07-15T10:23:07.699-07:00Kim Boschhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302844250878298256noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034236502330396350.post-66975551218381011522007-07-06T13:55:00.000-07:002007-07-06T13:55:00.000-07:00Canada is technically my mother, although we're somewhat estranged. South Africa. Hmm. Slightly crazy and alluring in a rough hewn sort of way? Farm girl, tomboy, roll in the hay kind of a woman?Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302844250878298256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034236502330396350.post-80449064776568741802007-07-05T08:31:00.000-07:002007-07-05T08:31:00.000-07:00Yes, but Canada isn't YOUR mother, is she? She's mine, dammit. MINE. <br /><br />Question: What kind of woman would South Africa be?Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302844250878298256noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3034236502330396350.post-22785963292343473802007-07-04T14:14:00.000-07:002007-07-04T14:14:00.000-07:00At the risk of sounding unpopular I always found Canada to be more of frigid end-of-unpleasant-marriage kind of woman. Not really motherly at all. That could just be my perception. To be totally fair though I've found England to be a shrill, demanding harpy who despite early promises fails utterly to live up the hype when you actually get down to the bedroom Olympics. So perhaps Canada wasn't so bad. Both easily surpassed by Australia which is more of your rampant insatiable bi-curious teen surfer chick with open minded girlfriends and a penchant for messy food sex in public places.<br /><br />I'm sorry. That got out of hand quite quickly.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10302844250878298256noreply@blogger.com