Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Confessions of a Millionaire Playboy

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I believe in Father BoxingIt's only fair, really.
I mean...there's a Father Christmas, why shouldn't Boxing Day have a Dad?

So, Father Boxing is my new tradition,
an icon for this day that we Canadians think of as a great day for shopping.
I would further remind everyone that I firmly believe the day after New Years should be called Wrestling Day.
Father Wrestling will be the symbol of that great holiday from this day forth.
Hooray for Father Boxing and his fellow side-kick Father Wrestling, may they always be the best icons representing next day after Santa and the Baby of the New Year they can be.
Huzzah!
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I was a teenage Satan ClawsEvery word is true.
When the full moon rose in the cold snow filled sky, I began my transformation.

Ho-ing, nodding and winking,
Twitching and writhing as I painfully mutated
into the Jolly one himself.

My teenage skin aging, washboard abs flabbing,
my metamorphosis a horror to witness.

Nobody knows the sheer terror that had become my life...

My life, as a teenage Santa Claus.

Merry Christmas, I hope you are all happy with yourself.

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Your daily inside joke: "You ruined Christmas".

Saying Merry Christmas is Cancerous...would be wrong, so I would never do that.

Welcome, to the 'Shit Jesus misses hearing you say' game.
Here is the home game version
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'I miss you saying (fill in the blank)' - Jesus

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Mari Christmas everly buddy, Hippy Hanukkah too
I saw Santa at the Bus StationNo shit.
As I was waiting for the GO bus home from Newmarket Station I saw a man with flowing white hair and beard, with a red hat with furry trim and pompom...you know...Santa's hat.
He had on a dark black overcoat, but underneath that, he had a red shirt.
I suspect he wore the black overcoat because it's not a working day, or he is working on something undercover.

I held open the door for Santa Claus at the bus station, and wished him a Merry Christmas as he passed.
"Merry Christmas" Santa said.

But that's not all, boys and girls.

I boarded the bus north, to Keswick, and who to my wondering eyes should board the bus but who, bu

Apocalyptic Shopping MeleeThe pepper spray was bad, but when the rubber bullets started flying I was really frightened.
Shoppers being trampled and tasered
We surged forward mindlessly, like cattle to slaughter.
Death itself could not stop us from our quest.

The sweet sweet taste of Christmas Chocolate, reduced 50%.

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Thinking about that corpse is funnySo here's how thinking about a dead body could make a person laugh.

I once heard this story about a man that killed his wife.
This guy then took a taxi to the airport.
He asked the cab driver to help him with a heavy suitcase.
"How heavy is it?"
"Heavy".

So unsuspecting cabbie helps the guy.
The guy leaves the suitcase at the airport, and flees.
His wife's body was discovered inside the bag when the airport authorities investigated the abandoned luggage.


So...when you get to 2:09 in this video
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qc8ZbVcdHpg&feature=email&email=comment_reply_received

You may see how my mind is going an entirel

Friday, December 23, 2011

I saw Santa at the Bus Station

No shit.
As I was waiting for the GO bus home from Newmarket Station I saw a man with flowing white hair and beard, with a red hat with furry trim and pompom...you know...Santa's hat.
He had on a dark black overcoat, but underneath that, he had a red shirt.
I suspect he wore the black overcoat because it's not a working day, or he is working on something undercover.

I held open the door for Santa Claus at the bus station, and wished him a Merry Christmas as he passed.
"Merry Christmas" Santa said.

But that's not all, boys and girls.

I boarded the bus north, to Keswick, and who to my wondering eyes should board the bus but who, but Jolly Saint Nick, he was going north too.
Not just to Keswick, but further on through.
North to his home in the snowm and the blowm.
North to prepare for his visit to you.

Mari Christmas to you, and to all a good flowm.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Messages from Santa?

http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/35jr0k/
http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/35j6hn/
http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/35iyxq/
http://www.quickmeme.com/user/KeswickPinhead/

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Mayor frightened by little old lady

The fear of little old ladies seems to be growing.
Toronto Mayor Rob Ford is the latest to fall victim to this scourge on society.
I mentioned previously, about the fears that the York Regional Police have about little old ladies roving the neighbourhood. http://keswickpinhead.deviantart.com/journal/42544096/

It seems that Comedian/Actor and star of 'This show has 22 Minutes' Mary Walsh*, 60, frightened Rob Ford so badly he had to phone 911.

This is the guy that got his position saying he would SAVE the city money.
You don't do that calling out the little old lady squad, Rob.

He claimed his daughter was "frightened" so he had to call the cops.
Mary Walsh said this was untrue.
“There was no child at all,” she told the Star. “I mean, was she inside his suit jacket? We never saw any children.” http://www.thestar.com/news/article/1075992
The footage aired on CBC shows no evidence of the daughter.
http://www.cbc.ca/22minutes/clips.html

Now...I am not suggesting we should get Rob Ford's child to vouch for her father's claims.

But, you know what?

Even if Rob Ford gets away with what I believe is a lie with his constituents,
family is a different thing.

Can you imagine the first time Rob Ford tries to instill honesty in this girl, once she finds out what he said?
"Yeah, Pop....what ever happened to that nice Mary Walsh woman?"

When he tries to teach her the value of money, that she shouldn't squander it.
"Uh huh....listen, I have something I've got to do right now, can we get back together in....say.....22 minutes?"

If he tries to discipline this kid in any way shape or form....
"Hello...911? I'm afraid of my Dad".

Oh the fun his daughter will have, if this story of Rob Ford's is just that....a story.

There has to be something said about using your own child as an excuse, if this is the case.

That's pretty low, EVEN for a politician like Rob Ford.

Have a nice day, free of fear from attacks from rabid packs of little old ladies. http://www.artizans.com/image/MOU294/mayor-rob-ford-scared-by-trick-or-treaters-color/


*I was reluctant to call Mary Walsh "old".
I am a fan, and she ain't that much longer in the tooth than I, truth be told.
But I suspect most of you viewers might deem sixty years old as...well....old, and for the sake of the narrative it's better to say "the Mayor is scared of little old women", than saying "Rob Ford is frightened of women".