Traffic cones in Toronto aren't pink. I like the pink, white and black combo. Husband would weep if I came home with that hair. He already complains now, and my hair isn't that wild.
Speaking of Toronto, do you guys want to know how to alienate hipsters who are otherwise annoying you? Tell them you voted for Stephen Harper. I'm not saying I did or didn't vote conservative in the last election, I'm just saying it's a remarkably effective tactic.
Breakfast: Eggs scrambled with onions, peppers, Cajun chicken, bacon, sausage, covered with melted cheese with home fries and Italian toast. Spoiler Ya'll jealous now.
Husbands that get excited about shit like that make me laugh. If white, pink, and black hair would make her happy, then dye away. Happy wife, happy life.
I made Gordon Ramsey style scrambled eggs (<a class="postlink" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dU_B3QNu_Ks" onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dU_B3QNu_Ks</a>) with smoked salmon and cream cheese (nb: cream cheese, not cream cheese product) thrown right in, on a Montreal bagel. Me? Jealous? Not on your life. Side note: does liking plain old Twining's orange pekoe tea make me a rube? If so, I don't wanna change.
I can't be the only one with a homemaker June Clever fantasy. Apron, doing the dishes, hair up. This is like naughty librarian. You know she's waiting to get savaged. Look at her and tell me that expression is not because of doing her chores wearing a buttplug.
Sadly, this only works if you live in Shawnessy (or some other part of Calgary Southwest). Otherwise, technically, Mr. Harper wasn't on the ballot.
Oh fuck. You mean I don't live in Stephen Harper's riding? No wonder I couldn't find his name on the ballot. Fuck I was so confused there. I had put Stephen Harper as a write-in candidate. Thank you, dcc, for explaining that to me. I can now rest easy knowing that not finding our head of state's name on the ballot isn't my fault, just as surely as I can rest easy knowing that concrete is a dry powder and cement is the finished, dried-out product.
Hey, you're the one being all smarmy about insulting hipsters with your political persuasions. If I lived in Toronto and you announced that to me as something you actually did, I'd point and laugh. Insulting only works if you are not saying something even dumber than the person you're arguing with.
So, you don't live in Toronto. Allow me, then, to explain something: Jack Layton is big here. Not garden variety big; so big that my facebook news feed turned orange with display pictures of orange crush and a white moustache on an orange background and photos people had taken of themselves with Jack Layton. My MP is from the NDP and by virtue of Layton's popularity, won by a massive margin. As a corollary, as Jack Layton is popular, Stephen Harper is not. When the election results came in, there was crying and whining and doomsday predictions; people believe that he's going to make Canada into a cross between Poland under the USSR, the 51st state of America, and a prison colony as Australia was under the British; all this while having F-35 jets strafe your house day and night for shits and giggles. As such, to these people, the notion of a parliamentary democracy is somewhat lost. To say that someone voted for the conservative party is to say that they are personally responsible for the majority government, nevermind that the local conservative candidate's polling results were probably not statistically significant from zero. You, madam, are trying to sit there being smarmy by pointing out that the statement "I voted for Stephen Harper" is a surrogate for "I voted for the local candidate of the conservative party". What you don't understand is that to these people, the statement "I voted for the local candidate of the conservative party" is identical as saying "I voted for Stephen Harper". This statement is not merely offensive, but positively immoral for a large segment of my demographic; child molestation would be sooner forgiven, understood and accepted. So nevermind that the person I said it to was actively trying to get me to cheat on my girlfriend; I didn't describe with enough precision and accuracy the democratic process in Canada. Glad you have your priorities straight.
Glad that Jack Layton is so popular with them. Too bad he's no longer the leader of the NDP. Anyhoo, back to boobs... NSFW