Dear anonymous bus driver: someone else has already done me the courtesy of vandalising the back of one of your bus seats with these words: “Stop thanking these mutant bus drivers.”
Posts Categorized: Humour
Is it time for me to kiss you?
Simple steps to ward off unwanted social interaction on your commute
A workout to get you away from academia and closer to animalism
A satirical and fictional report from some powerful oil tycoons
One verse per sign. You know how we do, son! Drop the beat, drop the beat!
A Canadian’s love for the Republican candidate
Cry away your monster makeup. Wallow through your sugar hangover. It’s time to take a black or orange marker to your calendar — let it squeak in sadness — and note the next best day of your life: one whole year from now.
A bald man entered.
I asked if he would like rice and beans or a salad with his meal.
Deep in the bowels of the Clearihue Building, there exists a man of legend and myth. A man who floats in the clouds and hides in the shadows and spits hatred at the sun. He runs after cars and arm-wrestles dogs and lives for the very danger we all seek to avoid. He is a graduate student named Tactless Tom.