Every newspaper needs a pervert or two in a high enough position that they can stop disasters from happening — the headline that reads “you can put cucumbers up yourself,” the smartass in the bowling-team photo who gives his name as Dick Splinter, and, of course, this:
Eat out Catherine Cleary? With that smirk on her face?
And with that, we drag ourselves over the hump. Another week goes on the wane, we slide toward the weekend and, inevitably, that much closer to the grave.
Can you tell it’s November? I sure can.
How did we teach our children about the dangers of drinking before YouTube? This was a real teachable moment here this week:
As I told Kate, when someone says, “Hey e’rrbody, watch this,” it’s time to leave. As you may have heard, God takes care of babies and drunks, and the faller was only mildly injured. The guy he landed on? Head injury. However, I believe both will be fine, and I’m sure the lawyers will keep us all up-to-date.
Rob Ford doesn’t need YouTube; this is a man born to be a GIF.
OK, I have to roll. I’ve been in a medical office every day this week, and this is the last one — orthopedist. I’ll keep you posted.