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Did you all survive The Rapture? I don't know about you but I think I'm either dead or very hung over. Or maybe that's redundant.

Could be my brother Whitey (from *spits* Toronto) and I did a little too much ignoring the end of the world and instead are well on our way in celebrating the long Victoria Day weekend. All in the name of research, mind you. We wanted to see exactly what two-four weekend was all about:
Anyhoo, now that we know we'll have to start celebrating the fact that we've survived the rapture. While we get started on that, take a look at these...












Now, having survived the end of the world, I'm not sure if I'll survive to the end of the weekend in *spits* Toronto. So I may or may not be back tomorrow. Stay tuned.

Comments

Boom Boom Larew said…
Will they never learn? Perhaps with the rapture and all, they thought they should go out with a bang.
nonamedufus said…
Now there's a good play on words!
Can you provide a play-by-play with the Canadian comics? ;)
00dozo said…
Ass Donald! Now that really cracked me up!


;-)
nonamedufus said…
Sure. 1)The NHL's Atlanta Thrashers appear to be on their way to moving to Winnipeg. Right now the city's experiencing the worst flooding ever. 2) Stephen Harper no sooner won a majority government in our recent election when he turned around and appointed 3 of his party's defeated candidates to the Senate. So it appears he's thumbing his nose at the electorate.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, there's really no need for words for that cartoon, is there?
quirkyloon said…
Boy howdy that Queen visiting Ireland pic really had me rolling! hee hee

Great funnies, Mr. Punnie! heh heh
nonamedufus said…
Well you can never be too sure. She's a killer Queen, gunpowder, gelatine, dynamite with a laser beam.

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