The smoke is white.
A new Pope has been erected. The alter boys await the private celebration.
It was a tough choice. Between a 100-year-old white man, a 100-year-old white man and a 100-year-old white man.
The smoke is white.
A new Pope has been erected. The alter boys await the private celebration.
It was a tough choice. Between a 100-year-old white man, a 100-year-old white man and a 100-year-old white man.
The conclaving cardinals almost agreed on a new Pope until they learned Sean "Diddy" Combs is in prison.
The Diddy Pope had a nice ring to the cardinals.
The search continues and the smoke keeps rising.
Which, of course, contributes to climate change.
But it's not their job to save the world. That's their boss's job.
BTW I'm starting a band called Conclaving Cardinals. Our hit is "Smoke out the chimney", sung to "Smoke on the Water".
One appalling person making fun of another appalling person.
Both figureheads running a scam religion.
Seems right.
You ever watched one of those cooking shows? Where everyone says "yes, chef, yes, chef", like they're some kind of God.
Hey numbnuts, chop that pepper.
"YES, CHEF".
I demand the same from the dog walkers that work for me.
Hey, pick up that poop now!
"YES, DOGWALKER".
Makes me feel special.
If laughter is the best medicine, why don't doctors learn standup?
My doctor has the sense of humour of a colon polyp.
It would save money and time, too.
Think about it. Your surgeon operates while he already has you in stitches.
Finally
Finally!
The search ends.
Toronto has found a congestion czar.
No, not for your sinuses.
The traffic!
What's been holding you back from driving to get food?
The absence of a congestion czar.
With his magic wand and fairy dust, he will fit more and more cars into the same old roads. Actually, even less road, if you subtract the potholes.
Unfortunately he's stuck on the Gardiner and will not start for another 6 months.
Got in a food fight and got arrested.
Had to go to a food court. Full of sleazy people.
Lost.
Food in jail sucks. Overcooked jail bird.
It's strange, and more than a little ironic, that I'll never know what my nose smells like.
Only the things around it.
Why?
Who nose?
Today I saw a turquoise-coloured car with matching coloured hubs.
No!
It's the vehicular equivalent of wearing a white t-shirt with the pocket matching your blue pants.
Stop it!
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Who's the Einstein that came up with the name rapeseed?
It needs to be changed!
Rape should never appear anywhere close to seed, rape should never be a name of anything and no food should be called rapewhatever.
It's too bad. It's one of the healthiest oils you can eat.
But you're on a first date and you ask for rapeseed on your salad?
No!
I've been to a few funerals in my time. I've always enjoyed them more than, say, weddings. You don't have to hang around and eat a crappy meal, talk to someone you don't know and dance to Neil Diamond.
Oh, and no gifts. No expensive chinaware needed.
One thing I've never understood about funerals is the open casket.
I don't get it.
You tell the dead guy to rest in peace and then you have a 100 strangers he doesn't remember staring at him and gossiping right there while he can't defend himself. It's mean.
Leave him alone. It's hard enough being dead and he can't even join the party.
Anytime I've seen an open casket, I always think, dude, ya you look good with 9 layers of makeup on and pumped full of chemicals. But let's face it. You've looked better. Let's close the lid now.
And all the makeup can't be good for the skin. And forget about the stiff suit every dead guy is forced to wear. He's literally a stuffed suit. Why can't someone wear Bermuda shorts and a sweater vest? I they want to.
Why have a lid if you're not going to use it? Wouldn't the coffin be cheaper if you skipped the lid? It's like having a bbq and buying the cover. Do you know how much those covers cost? Who needs it? Save some money.
When you think about it, though, why do coffins have lids at all? So you won't get dirt on the corpse? Oh no, there's a nasty stain on his suit! Meanwhile 10 million worms are munching away.
Finally, when you see the price of caskets, you'll be a casket case.
Go the cool way.
Go cremation.
You ever been porn surfing, you go to make a sandwich, accidentally leave the window up on your screen and your spouse walks by and sees it?
Nah, me neither!
Feng shui is just a fancy excuse for having OCD.
Normal people put that La-z-boy chair wherever the hell they want.
Like facing the TV and the beer fridge.
If you find the time, come watch my new band.
It's called OCDC.
We spend 2 hours positioning the equipment just perfectly on the stage and then the show is over.
Good family entertainment. No bad language. No politics.
Beer's $30 a cup, though.
Spill it and you're dead.
Also wash your hands before you come.
I wonder if frogs ever tell each other to "hop to it" when they really need something done or would it confuse them because they hop to everything.
Aren't you impressed with our new unelected leader?
Mark Carney.
Yesterday he blew me away with his intellectual skill and prowess as a leader. He used the word "duplicative" in a sentence. That's banker talk.
I had to look it up…and it's a cool word. I had my wife look it up too which, once I knew the meaning, I realized was duplicative of me.
It means to duplicate things, like spending and resources. Apparently it's important now to get rid of government duplicating things. It's a waste of resources. Unless you're at Staples and you need duplicates of your marriage licence or your immigration status. That's allowed. And duplicating people. We need a higher birth rate.
I guess it hasn't occurred to him that the CBC, which the government pays 1.2 billion for every year, might be a duplication of all the other tv channels we have. But getting rid of the CBC and Tim Hortons would be a lobotomization of the Canadian spirit.
But we do need to duplicate more family doctors and nurses. Hey, I know where you can get your hands on 1.2 billion.
I thought it was duplicitous times we lived in but I guess it's really duplicative. You can see how easy it is to confuse that. You can see how easy it is to confuse that. You can see how easy it is to confuse that.
Meanwhile, there's poor Pollyeve. Pollyviril? Pollyvirus? With his arch nemesis gone, he thought he was running against Art Carney and has been watching The Honeymooners non-stop with Doug the Slug to get dirt on his opponent. Now that the carbon tax is gone, I guess we'll be carbon dating PPs usefulness.
And the NDP?
Who?
Happy voting.
Whipped cream?
I love pie!
I can't count. Tell me!
The rescued astronauts shocked everyone today by expressing outrage at coming home.
Did we say earth? Did we? Did we say we wanted to come back here?
They were hoping for a nice sane planet in the constellation Caelum, even though it takes 2 billion years to get there and house prices are even worse.
In order to get everyone on board with the fight against climate change, the Edmonton Oilers will now be called the Edmonton Car Batteries.
Don't forget.
Normally I can't stand movie sequels.
Save for a few – The Godfather 2 obviously, some of the Alien movies.
But generally, if I were a movie maker I'd stay far away from sequels, especially when they're based on an already great movie.
The only exception I'll make is when a great idea for a script comes along, like the one I've written.
It's called Mad Max: Battery Done Died.
Get this.
Takes place in the future, after an apocalypse, like Trump's second term in office. Or maybe his third.
It's all evil gangs and electric cars.
The electric cars are trying to chase each other down and terrorize each other and it's complete mayhem.
But no one can find a charging station out in the middle of nowhere. So the cars and evil gangs sit around waiting. Until society changes from its addiction to oil and there's more charging stations.
I'm optioning it to several studios as I write. Haven't heard back yet. Weird!
Stay tuned at a movie theatre near you!
Coming to America.
Okay, it's already here.
The Artful DOGER, starring Elon Musk.
He's the leader of Trump's gang. Picks your pocket on your way out the door from being fired.
Can sing a tune, too.
Runs for 4 years. Maybe 8!
It is said that Trump is really Putin's dog.
If that's true, and he wants to own Canada, Greenland, the Panama Canal, the Gaza strip and perhaps the entire globe, why doesn't he just pee on them?
That's what my dog does to secure ownership. The whole neighbourhood knows he owns it.
And hey, isn't there a theory that some Russian hookers peed on him?
That must be Putin's way of owning him.
For more political commentary, stay tuned.
Too bad Demi Moore didn't have the votes to win best actress, but I voted for her for Ontario Premier.
She's the only one with Substance.