Canadians don't, in fact, usually buy their milk in bags. There are parts of Canada that still have milk in bags available, but it's not nearly as widely available as it was decades ago, and there are many people who have never purchased their milk in bags.
Among many great stories of children sticking things up their noses at reddit, this comment stands out:
When my son was 3 we were leaving a campground. Suddenly from his chair in the back seat he starts yelling "Agggh!...waisin! waisin!" while swatting the right side of his nose. My wife takes a peek and sure enough, a huge raisin is jammed up there. I turn the car around and start bee lining to the next town where we could get a doctor, or tweezers, or chopsticks, or something. On the way my wife is trying to get him to blow his nose. "Hold the tissue over your nose and breath out as hard as you can! Like this..!" He tries a few times when ploot, out of the other nostril flies a pumpkin seed.
It must be noted that the soundtrack to Guardians of the Galaxy (using music recovered from an '80s mixtape owned by StarLord as a kid), is full of potential guilty pleasures, stating with "Hooked on a Feeling (Ooga Chucka)" by Blue Swede, not to mention "Escape (The Pina Colada Song)" by Rupert Holmes.
I do not feel guilty liking "Weird Al" Yankovic or the Arrogant Worms (or other comedy music artists), but I do have one artist that is kind of a guilty pleasure: John Denver.
Most people I know do not like John Denver, but his music (particularly "Country Roads") brings back fond memories from childhood.
Uh...anyone else wondering why the mommy was in such a hurry to abandon her kid alone in the driveway? I get that she was calling for help...but she couldn't pick up the kid and swoop him inside? GOOD MOMMY! YEA!!!
When my son was 3 we were leaving a campground. Suddenly from his chair in the back seat he starts yelling "Agggh!...waisin! waisin!" while swatting the right side of his nose. My wife takes a peek and sure enough, a huge raisin is jammed up there. I turn the car around and start bee lining to the next town where we could get a doctor, or tweezers, or chopsticks, or something. On the way my wife is trying to get him to blow his nose. "Hold the tissue over your nose and breath out as hard as you can! Like this..!" He tries a few times when ploot, out of the other nostril flies a pumpkin seed.
Most people I know do not like John Denver, but his music (particularly "Country Roads") brings back fond memories from childhood.
"Please state the nature of your temporal emergency."
GOOD MOMMY! YEA!!!