Apparently the Canadian Prime Minister isn't going to get to sample any any time soon either.
And if you're not too sure what I'm referring to, then you need to just unplug your computer right now and throw it out the nearest window. Oh, and take a hammer to your TV while you're at it.
Either that, or you just woke up from a 17 day coma, in which case all is forgiven.
Turns out, in a fashion typical of most politicians, they managed to totally screw up the bet anyway. Who wants to have someone buy you a case of Molsons?
What's that all about?
Isn't the guy who loses the bet supposed to humbly drop off the beer at the winner's front door? I'm sure Obama can find 24 Sussex.
There's enough links in there for a brain damaged three year old to figure it out, so go crazy.
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Well, I've been getting too many spam comments showing up. Just a drag, so we'll go another route and hope that helps. So, we won't be hearing anything more from Mr. Nony Moose.
I guess I'll just have to do without that Gucci purse.