| 1. | Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia | ||
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A tiny coastal village on the south shore of Nova Scotia that is famous for its three churches that are separated by short stretch of lawn and some cracked pavement : Anglican, United and Lutheran. Summer Tourists swarm like locusts to take pictures of these churches and of sailing vessels and small yachts. Locals that make up the top three percent who can afford boats are rather a snobbish and wealthy lot. The locals like to sail, shop for expensive shoes at the trading company, feast on fair trade coffee and lobster sandwiches, and drive Daddy’s BMW. Most of the folk that work for this lot make minimum wage and work at Tim Horton’s or the Save Easy. They carefully save their pay so they, too, can buy a rambling mansion overlooking the cove or preferably, one built on an island. Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia, is a great place to drive your beamer while sipping Perrier and pretend your shit doesn't stink. Make sure you tip the working locals who work hard to maintain the illusion of wealth and prosperity.
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| 2. | mahone Bay, Nova Scotia | ||
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place. Rock-strewn Canadian fishing port a few inlets down from the more picturesque Peggy's Cove. Famous for exporting crabs in the summer and harbouring hardy yacht painters and stone sculptors over the long, dreary winters. The isolation of frigid winters, when the inlet freezes and tourists cannot reach the island, has bred a certain ruggedness into the local folk who pass the dark winter evenings with their scrabble competitions, squid jigging and deboer knitting. Delightful views of the "famous-six" churches are available from anywhere in town due to the lack of other buildings . .............................. Isn't that Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia I hear calling me?
No. I think that's Peggy's Cove again. |
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| 3. | Bronwyn Bay | ||
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place. Newfoundland coastal village. Extensive gravel deposits, exposed and turned into perfect spheres by the constant pounding of the Irish Sea, are the primary source of income for the local crofters who produce intricately woven expensive jewelry from the smaller stones and find industrial applications for the larger boulders. Tourism is largely non-existent, as is the case in most of Newfoundland, but a few agate enthusiasts come annually for the Pepple Fest. Squid jigging, dory repair, and flannel mending are the other sources of both income and entertainment, although a hockey rink is scheduled for completion in 2017. The town was founded in 1876 by a group of Scottish curlers who saw the area's rocks as a source of curling stones but the pebbling was unfortunately dextro-rotary so the stones were only good for anti-podean usage. ..................................................................................... Hey. Let's take our dory over to Bronwyn Bay to get her all decked off.
Okay, but mind the rocks,eh! That's what she said! |
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| 4. | spit-laugh | ||
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n. Similar to a spit-take but not as hilarious to watch as only a loose dribble of spittle leaves the mouth instead of a wild eruption of juice, coffee, vodka etc. .................................................................................... Dude! Did you see that squid-jigger , hiccuburp, slip and get his face caught in that lobster trap?
Yeah. It was codriffic! I totally did a spit-laugh. |
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| 5. | codriffic | ||
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adj. Atlantic Canadian expression meaning excellent. Used by fishermen, schooner builders and itinerant organ grinders. ...................................................................................... That boat there be codriffic! Ye hear me now there. I'd sail her down the mouth of an Atlantic moisturizer, and no mistake.
You lying Mahone Bay, Nova Scotia lobster roll! You don't know a schooner from an anchored dory. |
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| 6. | speilburg | ||
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n. Any large glitch, impediment or disaster that sinks a movie project, or, by extension, any other project. ..................................................................................... How's the search for a new house coming?
Not so good. We hit a speilburg. The bank wanted one of us to have a job. I was starting to argue about it when the burglar alarms went off and they threw us out. A second speilburg? Wow! Yeah. I haven't seen my wife since. I think ... I think I may have lost her. |
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