Mayor Joe's Lie of the Day

After publicly claiming in the press that originally he was only meeting fellow Fontana 8 member City Councillor Steve Orser at Billy T's Bar and Grill for coffee this past Saturday to discuss the future of an abandoned cookie manufacturing plant and then decided to ask councillors Joe Swan and Dale Henderson to join them for a burger and talk about figure skating - it turns out that according to the manager of 'Billy T's', Mayor Joe had already booked a PRIVATE ROOM for them and three of their other co-conspirators - coincidently just a few days before the municipal budget vote. ... CAUGHT IN A LIE AGAIN. ... Boy, talk about pulling a boner. Again.

"Hey mister - is that a banana yer eating or is that yer nose?"

Fridge magnet

'Nuff said.

Friday on my mind.

Hello again. Hello

A lot of you have written in lately asking how the yodel was born. Sadly, I have no idea. But I suspect it originated anywhere where solitary males spend too much time on mountaintops with goats or on the prairies watching over sleeping cattle. Some of you have written in to ask why my last post was almost a year ago. Well, the easy answer is that I'm fueding with 'Blooger' over why all of my posts in the past year have no paragraphs or separation of same - contrary to how it looks on my preview page. ... If I wanted to write like Jack Kerouac in one long unbroken paragraph I would write like Jack Kerouac in one long unbroken paragraph. ... so until my lawyers get this issue resolved - inbetween filing injunctions on that Springbank Dam thing - my intention is to keep this blog alive (albeit in the most lame-ass way possible,) with a Photo of the Week. ... this one is captioned 'Hello'. The title says it all. Source? I forget. Somewhere on the internet tho. ... till next week - give or take six days or so.