A heart attack inducing poutine from La Belle Province in one hand and ice cold Molson in the other, while we cozy up to the bube tube to watch the Habs take on some team (of mostly Canadian Players no less) from a city in the US that has never seen snow! LOL

Damn I miss Montreal!

Stay safe all.

Perfection does not exist. The question therefore, is: what level of imperfection are we willing to settle for?