Canucks Are Loving The Algo Too

Open letter to Mike Broadly and Aiden from a Canadian

Hey there, did they throw a beaver in the works, or is it just a hiccup? Alright, friends, spill the maple syrup, eh?

When I read these two hilarious pieces from buddies of mine on Medium, I near bust a gut. (see below)

Then I took a couple of minutes for a good think’ that left me scratchin’ my noggin like a lobster with an itch. I just had to join in on the chucklefest.

This whole kit and kaboodle is a gong show, for sure. The thing is, I know both your storytelling skills are as sharp as a lumberjack’s axe, no doubt. To no end, eh?

We got lost in the deep woods last week, for sure. Us Canucks, well, we’re all bleeding loonies faster than a hoser flushing maple leaves down the outhouse.

I’ve been scratching my toque, gettin all creative-like, tryin to get to the bottom of the kerfuffle, right?

To no avail, that’s fer sure. I’m just about done, almost in the bag with this one. It’s been a lark-a-minute, a real knee-slapper.

I’ve given ‘er a good go, but I’m plumb out of ideas. I can’t suss out what the Algo’s after. It’s like he took off, eh?

Here’s the scoop on a few of my stories this week. I’m feeling the same pinch, for sure.

But wait b’y, what’s the scoop with this? Hold onto your toque, looks like the one with 0 reads raked in a whopping 5 cents!

And another one on my list has 9 comments and it gave up 9 whole cents. How are we supposed to catch fish with that bait? Makes me no never mind.

For sure, does that mean more peepers and chinwags are worth less loonies? I’m starting to wonder if there’s a hitch in the giddy-up.

The whole thing’s been quite a kicker, hasn’t it? If you think you can sort it out, fill yer boots.

Here’s the thing, let’s not get our knickers in a twist, eh?

To my way of thinkin, here’s what to do.

First, we’ll exercise our Molson muscle, then come up with some big ones.

Let’s go out in the boat with a rye and ginger in one hand, and shoot off the potato cannon when the geese get too close to the docks.

Later we’ll hear the sound of the loon in the background, a bit lonelier than the kookaburra, that’s for sure.

For sure, we’ll just keep on truckin, gathering around the campfire, spinning yarns. It’s like hockey, gotta get in the corners, gotta dig deep. We might take a few hits, but we’ll score some goals too.

And if any of you hosers out there noticed a sudden dip in your earnings over the past four days? Give us a toot.

And as for Mike Broadly and Aiden, it’s been a hoot, seriously, eh?

I hope you’re keeping on the sunny side and the seagulls haven’t swiped your dulse supply. I wanted to give you a shout after having a good chinwag with my buds about your recent yarns.

A big “Hey” from the Great White North.

Here are the two culprits that had me goin’.