Marcel St. Pierre

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

“Dis mah favourite toofbrush,” said Frickert. “And he touched it with his fingertips. Nurse Slonchant sighed, hands on hips, frowning at him. “Frickert,” she said. “You’re wasting time.” “Dis mah favourite soap chip,” said Frickert. And he touched it to his forehead. Nurse Slonchant frowned harder. “Frickert,” she said. “The Necromancer Police are waiting to … Read more