Last night, I cashed my pogey and went to buy a mickey of CC at the
beer parlour, but my skidoo got stuck in the
muskeg on my way back to the duplex. I was trying to deke a deer, you see. Damn chinook, melted everything. And then a Mountie snuck up behind me in a ghost car and gave me an impaired. I was S.O.L., sitting there in my
Stanfields and a toque at the time. And the mountie, he's all chippy and everything, calling me a shit disturber and whatnot.
Every linked word is a Canadianism.