It is good to see that the hospital is prepared for any contingency.

Label on drawer in examination room at Oromocto Hospital Emergency Room. I am glad my name isn't "Phillips".

I noticed this label on a drawer in an examination room at the Oromocto Hospital Emergency Room on Monday.

I am glad my name isn't "Phillips".

No. That doesn't sound like you.

They *don't*???

This is, in fact, my uncle Enos T. Crabspangler.

That's Enos.

With a *E*.

Let me find you on my lawn, and you will know for sure.

Pylon slalom.

Let's Realtor this up a bit:

"Hey, look! Indoor pool!"

I saw snowflakes when I was leaving the Oromocto Hospital this afternoon. Make it stop!

That's one more reason I do not listen to commercial radio. The name gives it away: virtually every time I have tuned in, it was one long string of commercials. Zero content, all ads. (And even the content they do occasionally play - at least local stations - has been mostly crap for ages, now.)

They can afford to pay for politicians. You can't.

The week is just beginning, and you have already won.

Kudos.

Don't they teach fiction in creative writing classes?

The negative looks even spookier.

12. Stab your allies in the back whenever possible.

The week after that, he starts crapping his pants because his Beloved does it all the time.

Your legend precedes you.

The people of Ontario should make that leech hitchhike if he wants to get around.

You're not the only one with the good lifestyle tips, you know.

It's not really "drinking alcohol" if the alcohol you are drinking is in a brown paper bag and no one can see that there is alcohol in the bag, and you are drinking it.

I never got to New Jersey. The closest I came was seeing it across the river from New York. Your current thread on diners has made me very hungry. So obviously you are doing a good job.

And the owner/manager of any store found doing it should face trial and imprisonment. There should be ZERO TOLERANCE for this practice.

And ever since then, I have wondered: Who did he think I was, and what did he do to that poor poor dog? The dog is long dead, now...so I will have to live with that question for the rest of my life.

I do, or at least did, have a doppelganger. At least according to that dog that lived on King's College Road back when I was going to UNB. Dog goes crazy when he sees me one day. The old lady who owned him offered comforting words: "There, there, it's not who you think."

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5) He didn't have to bring his own box to stand on for the photos; one was provided for him.

Lies, snarling insults, shameless disinformation . . . what a wonderful menu of activities, Fox News is bequeathing the coming generations.

Ice floe?

Today I learned that there are pig farriers.