Serving up Hugh since 1994.
Maybe the tattoo artist lost a finger in the mines, and therefore needs to use their middle finger?
177 suites. Housing is very challenging in Timmins. Right beside the above ink space.
If you are hungry. The sign is hand painted.
If you are really hungry. This sign is hand made.
Coolness is everywhere. This pink bunny was in an alley. You really should not be asking me why I was in Timmins you should be asking me why I was in an alley in Timmins.
Only in Hamilton would a canine sport a handkerchief, drive a scooter, carry a shopping bag and drink Lakeport.
I are getting grammar mistakes. Too me make them. However this one is one a document supplied by our schoool which was last edited in 2008. Sigh. (I am hopeful they printed a bunch and are just saving paper: while losing face).
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.
Looks like this bunny has risen for easter.
Or does it mean. When 1 angry cross-plus gets 3 of it’s nails equalized there is one carriage return before you forge Iven?
Oddly placed advertisements at the back of a Mall on Kipling in Toronto.
Why change your baby when you can change your life?
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.