Let's procreate like the snakes in the Narcisse Dens.
You must be Drumheller, ‘cause I totally dig you.
Do you like my cologne? It’s derived from the musk gland of the industrious beaver.
You couldn't cut the s*xual tension in here with a Yellowknife.
Unlike the Leafs, I will never let you down.
You and I could totally melt my igloo.
My feelings for you are Mont-real.
You know what they say, wheat fields are made for sowing.