Oh yes, anywhere there's public transportation, there's dick moves like this. 

In Montreal, we got the American feed from upstate New York, and AG and Rollergames was right after SNL, 1 AM.

Too bad us Canucks can't get in on this, think of all the maple syrup and hockey sticks I could by with 12k US$, which, once converted, equals about 3 billion Canuckistani rubbles.

Indeed, the best you can expect if you want to confront a psycho is a Pyrrhic victory. I’ve walked away from a toxic work environment and even if it set my career back it was a decision I've never regretted.

In most cases, you’re better off cutting your losses and run. Especially if the psycho is in upper management and/or has been with the company a long time. Like the article says, these people are manipulative. If they were able to climb the ladder and stay there long enough, they’ve gaslighted enough people to secure…

The internet says she's got a net worth of 20 mil. It doesn't solve everything, but I'm sure it helps. Just ask aunt Becky with the good hair!

To sort of piggyback on your idea, I also try to keep my perishable food inventory as low as possible, and make sure that I use them in a FIFO (first in, first out) manner. I've reduced my food waste significantly this way. 

I can understand why Montrealers do good at these events, most of the oysters we get here are Malpèques, and they are a bitch to open. If you can handle those, most other types are a breeze.

I’ve had a lot of weird Fantômes, including the Strange Ghost that tastes like tomato sauce, but this is one takes the cake.

If I have access to a bidet, I can make a roll of TP last at least 5 weeks. Unless I run out of Kleenex. If so, that roll won’t last me a day.

I'm surprised they didn't jam any comic sans in there somewhere.

I wonder how many years it’s gonna take for the Tig Bitties kid to realize he’s been a patsy to the longest long con dad joke ever.

My +1 is on the other side of the coin. She’s a supervisor of a small team that’s been working together for years, they all know everything about each other, and she’s their personal confidant/ therapist/ whipping post. One of her subordinates lost her husband to cancer. Another is going through depression. The others…

I read an interview with the Montreal Canadiens GM this morning, and they asked him what type of players he’s looking for. He answered that there’s two kinds of players: hockey players and athletes who happen to play hockey. He wants the former.

Fuck oui

I hope the next rub and tug Handjob Bobby gets is by a old lady with sandpaper hands.

It’s apple season up here in Quebec, and I mean hard apple cider. Tons of cider houses in and around Rougemont, about a half hour drive out of Montreal (n.b.: getting out of Montreal will take you 45 minutes or more, regardless of where you are). My favorites are Michel Jodoin and the Cistercian Abbey.

I think this automatically gives you poutine/hockey expert status.

18 years ago.

I’m planning a trip, and the number of “fake” places is staggering. It’s all publicity for food tours, beer tours, Segway tours and every other bullshit guided tour under the sun.