With the rise of self driving vehicles, eventually there will be a country song about how your truck left you too.


I hope all of my fellow Canadians had a happy Canada Day. It was also my birthday.


UGH! I’m glad Timmy’s poutine donut will only be available in the States. Who wants gravy on a donut?


How can a neo-Nazi who has explosives and made threats NOT be a danger?


Another “responsible gun owner”.


How does dumb shit like using Coke as self tanner even get started?


This is fairly disturbing,


Presidential or perverted?


Speaking of perverted, Sara Jean Underwood is one of my favorite Playboy models.

You might also want to check out his “Awww Mondays” posts.


For a variety of reasons, Japanese kids rarely poop at school.


These birds play drums to get the girls.


I had not been aware that there was a population of aquatic wolves in B. C.


This whale breached so close to a fishing boat that it flung fish into the boat.


Stray pup appreciates classical music.






The U.S. government.





The saddest part about this BS is that a lot of people actually believe it.


On July 10, Juno will capture close up images of Jupiter’s Great Red Spot.




Life just isn’t fair to men.

When we’re born, Mom gets the compliments and the flowers.

When we’re married, our brides get the presents and the publicity.

When we die, our widows get the life insurance and winter cruises.

What do women want to be liberated from?


A man with a nagging secret couldn’t keep it any longer. In the confessional he admitted that for years he had been stealing building supplies from the lumberyard where he worked. “What did you take?” his priest asked. “Enough to build my own house and enough for my son’s house. And houses for our two daughters and our cottage at the lake.” “This is very serious,” the priest said. “I shall have to think of a far-reaching penance. Have you ever done a retreat?” “No, Father, I haven’t,” the man replied. “But if you can get the plans, I can get the lumber.”


Miranda likes to sing, and whenever she begins, her husband heads outside. Hurt, she asked him, “Don’t you like my singing?” “Of course, dear,” he replied.  “I just want to make sure the neighbors know I’m not beating you.”


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