Month: April 2013

“Hello, Happy Tourist Information Lodge, how can I help you?” “Yeah, I got forty-five seniors here, and I’d like to visit your facilities with ‘em. Think you could handle that?” “I’m sure we can accommodate them, sir. What time were you thinking of popping in?” “Popping in, huh? Well, I’m havin’ lunch now, so probably… … Read more

The hair on the back of Max Shnecnk’s neck stood on end. Was this the wrong phone booth? Every fibre of his being told him it was, but he had few choices left. He grabbed the receiver and pretended to dial a number as two SS officers walked past, sending suspicious Nazi looks at him … Read more

For weeks, Gord Nixon, President and CEO of Royal Bank of Canada, kept admitting what a soulless, mealy-mouthed organization RBC had become under his leadership. For days, he’d received satellite photos from the Antarctic in which penguins were spelling out words in the snow: HOLYSHITBALLS WTFGORD? THROW HARPER GOV’T UNDER BUS But it was the … Read more