Yesterday wasn’t so bad. All that happened yesterday, besides the small matter of my being blindsided by a wildcat public transit strike, is that our cafeteria staff switched back to the long stir-sticks from the shorter ones we had. This simply gave me occasion to complain that I’d bottomed out abruptly when sticking the stir-stick [...]

“You know what’s worse than the beer farts? The Molson mudslide. Last Sunday morning, it looked like a parade route after the horses had gone by.”
“I bit into that Boston Cream donut and the filling shot all over my face. It was like a Bukkake Cream donut.”
“Man, it smells like a horse farted grilled cheese [...]

I took down this post for a while, but there’s really no way I can keep Alizée off my screen forever.