Friday, 27 November 2020
Helloooo Newman: Peas and Ques
Peas and Ques
For a man who I figure has eaten a lot of bbq in his life, including a few actual bbqs (tank included), I'm shocked Mr. Ford shut down a bbq joint. Maybe because he hasn't fully digested it all yet.
Mr. Tory? Well, he looks a little too slight for bbq. I wonder how he'll react if a bamboo shoot and edamame shop opens up?
Thursday, 26 November 2020
Helloooo Newman: I Smell Pork
Thursday, 19 November 2020
Helloooo Newman: No, Not Makeup
No, Not Makeup
I was walking down Yonge street and said to a lady, "Hey, enjoying the mascara?"
Well, "mascara" is what she heard. She looked offended.
What I said was "mask era".
Enjoying the mask era?
Ease up, lady. And get your hearing checked.
Monday, 16 November 2020
Helloooo Newman: Miss Universe
Miss Universe
Since cosmologists have found that the universe is rapidly expanding, Miss Universe will now have to be pregnant to qualify.
Thursday, 12 November 2020
Lawyer Joke?
Did you hear the one about the lawyer that was caught masterbating on a zoom call?
No really, he was.
A lawyer who regularly appeared on CNN.
No joke here. I don't think.
Helloooo Newman: Lawyer Joke?
Thursday, 5 November 2020
Wednesday, 4 November 2020
Helloooo Newman: This blog has no title…
This blog has no title…
and it's not about anything.
It's definitely not about the American election.
Oh, except did you know that pumpernickel loosely translates from the German to "goblin fart"?
Enjoy that ham sandwich.
Tuesday, 3 November 2020
Helloooo Newman: And the winner is…
And the winner is…
I think wherever the vote count is when I have my warm milk and go to bed
is who should be president.
Monday, 2 November 2020
Helloooo Newman: Huge Day
Huge Day
Well, it's finally arrived. The big day. Tomorrow. I've been giving it a lot of thought.
I'm a little uncertain, but I've decided I will put my socks on first and then my pants.
Historic.