One day I was walking down
the street in the Annex when
I saw a couple ahead of me
kissing as they stood on the
sidewalk. As I got near them
I said, "You can't do that here,
this is Toronto." They stopped
kissing and the woman said,
"Yes, but we're from Montreal."
Another time there was a woman
I had seen a lot in my neighbourhood.
One day I asked her where she was
going. "I work at the ROM" she said.
"When in ROM..." I said. "Do as the
ROMans." she replied.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Smooth Operetta
I've only been to
the Opera twice.
I quite enjoyed it.
Wish I could speak
Italian, French or
German, though.
I don't believe we've
MET.
the Opera twice.
I quite enjoyed it.
Wish I could speak
Italian, French or
German, though.
I don't believe we've
MET.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Sold To The Highest Ibidder
On my daily walk.
On Queens Quay when
I notice a guy lying
under a Blue Jays Blanket.
At his feet is a sign on a
piece of cardboard which reads;
"Broke and Ugly. Can you help me?"
I'd suggest contacting a philanthropic
plastic surgeon.
On Queens Quay when
I notice a guy lying
under a Blue Jays Blanket.
At his feet is a sign on a
piece of cardboard which reads;
"Broke and Ugly. Can you help me?"
I'd suggest contacting a philanthropic
plastic surgeon.
Monday, August 2, 2010
A Pigment Of Your Imagination
"Here's your coffee, sir."
"You don't have to call
me 'sir'."
"My name is Martin."
"How about Sir Martin, then?"
"That'll do."
"You don't have to call
me 'sir'."
"My name is Martin."
"How about Sir Martin, then?"
"That'll do."
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