[arielb]

Anthem of the Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen

Our country reeks of trees
Our yaks are really large
And they smell like rotting beef carcasses
And we have to clean up after them
And our saddle sores are the best
We proudly wear women's clothing
And searing sands blow up our skirts
And the Buzzards, they soar overhead
And poisonous snakes will devour us whole
Our bones will bleach in the sun.
And we will probably go to hell
And that is our great reward.
For being the Royal Canadian Kilted Yaksmen!

[FreedomPoster]

I have a pristine, unpunched-in-the-box, Log game. It's one of my most prized possessions. ;-)

Back on-topic, I must admit I get a chuckle from the "martial arts system" ads in Soldier of Fortune.