...now I hear someone practicing "Another One Bites the Dust" on bass guitar...
...now I can taste warm St. Ides Malt Liquor as poured from an unwashed coffee cup...
...now I can see Truman Capote practicing multiplication flash cards with a young Carole King...
Just keep a toaster hidden in your grandma's house and let 'er rip whenever you visit. It's fun for the whole family!
May I suggest the "Heritage Minutes" tag...
Dr. Lecter, I smell burnt toast!
The greatest Canadian alive, but I bet you never heard of him. What does that mean?
Actually I had him confused with Roger Sperry so I guess I didn't either.
I looked it up and it should be noted that Penfield was born, raised and educated in the US. He moved to Canada when he was 37.
So you're saying the only way any American can reach his true potential is by becoming Canadian?
All time favorite, right here.
Greater than William Shatner? I THINK NOT!!!
She spilled my coffee! You fucking bitch!
Helpful tip: If you ever need to ferret out a Canadian hiding in a group of Americans, just say "I smell burnt toast", and he/she will instinctively respond with "Maybe you're having a seizure." Works every time.
Every time I smell burnt toast, I cringe a little in expectation. Fuck you, Heritage Minutes.
Fuck, they're on to us. We'll have to change all the secret handshakes.
Canadian as in Canadian or Canadian as in African-American?
Well I guess it's really only undercover Eddie Murphy you have to watch out for.
I feel weird knowing from the title what this would be about.
I never saw this before but I couldn't help but think of I SMELL MOTHBALLS
I saw the end of this commercial at least 50 times before I saw the whole thing. I was convinced he was just randomly poking around in people's brains, looking for the burnt toast-smelling centre.
I smell porkchop sandwiches!
That exposed brain was gross.
Wasn't there a similar PSA for Americans about an epileptic smelling oranges? Or did I dream that?
I smell oranges.
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