The cliches flowed like Velveeta at a midwestern nacho-eating contest; we were helpless to stop them. "Take off, Toyota, eh?," we cried out to a baffled UPS guy. "Call the Mounties! Toyota's Loose in the Great White North," we exclamed to a woman walking her dog. "Cheese off, you hoser," someone in a vest finally called back. It was then we knew: Labatt's Blue and NyQuil don't mix.
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