Frankly mrsfinch would rather rather pull her own fingernails, but she understands that the director has fans.
The world may be burning outside our borders, but b’god we will get to the bottom of this chrome cow business.
The things we get worked up about!
I’m back! And Boswell too!
We’ve had female GGs before ... but never an astronaut!!!
Who are these Proud Boys? Are they serious? Really?
So I look up the CBC website so I can see Gord Downie, who is my idol and my god, receive his well-deserved Order of Canada. And then I see this, and I wish to die.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but my summers in the park will be incomplete until I can pick up my Chanel boomerang, available at the intersection of Bad Taste and Nouveau Riche, just south of Cultural Appropriation.
And nevertheless, she persisted!
Imagine that! They have legs! Two of them!
Apparently #senatorslivesmatter because she claimed she suffered right along with the Aboriginal children sent to residential schools. Except she was working in real estate in Dryden, ON, so I’d like to know how she managed to accomplish that.
TW: SQUEAM FACTOR SIX THOUSAND, but no one was harmed.
In the above cartoon Mr James Thurber has depicted a trio of individuals rather dubiously optimistic about the spring, but we can do better than that, surely, my Fur Facers? OK, so mrsfinch put on her smartwool leggings this morning because the temperature dropped twenty degrees here overnight, but still, it is March,…
From the fertile mind of cartoonist Dave Kellett:
I used my lunch hour to pick up some groceries today, and now I have to find somewhere else to shop for a while. Because while I was wearily plodding towards the yogurt the carefully selected Easy Listening music piped into the store started to play “I Heard a Rumour” by Bananarama. Now in her youth mrsfinch spent…
I will leave the comments to wiser ones than I, starting with this fine boxer dog.