Not just any poem, The Poem.
Dear pardons and waivers Canada it is not likely I will even look at your site because you cannot even bother to proof read your advert. It is ‘different than’ not ‘different then.’ Lawyers or paralegals that lack this kind of attention to detail are not going to be looking after my pardon. Otherwise I agree that a guy with a tattooed face and a criminal record is no different than me at all.
While I am at it. Bucket list Hamilton should be called F*cket list Hamilton. None of the images ever relate to Hamilton, except for this picture of a carp from Cootes Paradise.
Our led lights on the tree out front of the Staircase stopped working. Turns out that some dog dropping was being kept warm by the extension cord, which grew a massive fungus ball, which ate through the insulation and shorted out the lights. This is a pic of someone taking a pic of the fungus ball. I am too posh to take a pic of pooh, so I am taking a pic of someone taking a pic of a fungus ball that is hiding a pooh. Sorry I was just feeling iterative. Pooh has inspired some awesome rants in the past. This one just knocked our lights out.
There is an online site called Vote Compass where one can get an idea of which party to vote for depending on answering a series of skill testing questions. Unfortunately for me I am closest to voting for the Bloc Québécois, which is not running a candidate in Hamilton Ontario. The compass creates a lovely graph for you to visualize where you fit into the spectrum.
It was in the wee hours in the morning as I passed this poster at work. I might have been really hungry, or may have been channeling my inner orc, but this was clearly a message to eat the kid.