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“Is ye a Screecher?” asks the master of ceremonies. You reply, “Deed I is, me old cock, and long may your big jib draw!” (You just said: "Indeed, I am, my old friend, and may there always be wind in your sails!") You then eat a piece of bologna, kiss a frozen cod, and take shot of Screech.  Congratulations, you're now an honorary Newfoundlander. This ritual, called a Screech-in, is a satirical tribute to the history of Newfoundland and Labrador.
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