That there is a Canadian postal code. Letter - number - letter. Space. Number - letter - number. In this here case, it's meant to be read as all letters and sung to the tune of "The Farmer In the Dell" : E I E I O A. The A = "eh", eh. That's what makes it Canadian, eh.

Sandskrit ? You mean like on them Writch-o-skritches ? That's a lot of work, idnit ? Anyhow, I just don't see the need for all them nasty bitin bastards in any Garden, especially with what they only had fig leaves 'n all. Heck, if that's all they could come up with, it's a good thing they didn't land up in the Bog Country, with nothin but spruce needles and bog ferns. They'd a got their uglies bit so bad none of us would be here today.