i am your canadian boyfriend

It’s neat living on the tenth floor and looking *up* to see trees.

Hockey night in Canada.

Hockey night in Canada.

“STILL buried??”

A narwhal feeling awkward at a dinner party with a lampshade on his tusk.

(Inspired by this tweet.)

(Source: Flickr / sween)

What a horrible Monday.

FF #6. Where Tong the Moloid comes out as transgendered.

And a comic makes me cry again.

Sundays are for snuggling.

damselesque:

Prince Philip is in Toronto to celebrate the Bicentennial of the Battle of York. We went to a patio for brunch and to watch the military parade.

I had to take a picture of my favorite instrument ever… THE TUBA! So much cooler than a 91-year-old prince.

My wife take a mean picture of tubas.

I don’t care about your social media presence. Just give me a goddamn French fry.

We’re having a horrible time.

luckyshirt:

Everyone go kick Rob Delaney’s ass for tumbling a tweet.

For those of you just joining us:

Some people give me shit for doing this. To which I have constantly replied:

“Twitter moves too quickly, and it’s easy for stuff to get lost there. So if a joke is funny (or the opposite) (usually the opposite), sometimes I put it here as well. Where it lasts longer and has a better chance of actually making someone laugh (or groan) (usually groan).

Do you give bands shit for playing the same song in two different cities?”

To which those people usually reply:

“I am so sorry. You’re very handsome.”

I never would have seen this joke if Rob didn’t tumbl it. 

So.

Join us next week when we light up the chumps who get pissy about making a joke on the internet more than once.

I wonder if Luckyshirt knows we can see Rob Delaney’s tweets on Twitter.