All hail Gawker, channelling the immortal SPY:
Note To Every Twenty-Year-Old Whose Grasp Of History Extends No Further Back Than 2004: We are not ripping off Andrew Hearst. We have a tremendous amount of respect for Andrew Hearst and always find his projects witty and humorous, but we’re sure he’d be the first to admit that the magazine cover parody did not originate with him. We are, in fact, ripping off Spy. Thank you for your attention.
Penticton, BC is a much livelier town than its small-town, retiree vibe would have you believe. Check out this sign from the late, apparently great SuperValu in the heart of downtown:
But how are their buns, that’s what I want to know???
“A time comes when silence is betrayal. Some of us who have already begun to break the silence of the night have found that the calling to speak is often a vocation of agony, but we must speak. We must speak out with all the humility that is appropriate to our limited vision, but we must speak.” -MLK
found on the Freeway Blogger.
Ya gotta luv these shrivelled little hearts made of tar. Even more vicious than AA Gill!
A snippet is reproduced here. Read the full horror of the report post-mortem here.
As for the Sternum of Doom… what meteor carved that crater? Did her pact with the devil go bad? Did Simon Cowell carve it out with a spoon? Did it sacrifice itself to become a chin or cheek implant? Did a nearby stripper accidentally ding her by sneezing while launching a ping-pong missile out of her nether region?
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