CANADA: COMPLETELY OUT OF CONTROL
Yes, "vegetable magnate."
(Thanks to The Perts)
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there are absolutely NO LEEKS in my jacuzzi
Posted by: ligirl | October 26, 2012 at 05:36 PM
Do, like, corns and beets and pumpkins stick to his body when he's walking through the fields?
Posted by: HogsAteMySister | October 26, 2012 at 05:48 PM
Hogs' ... more like beans & spinach ... them veggies are high in iron content ...
Posted by: O the Umanity | October 26, 2012 at 06:41 PM
I have fruit magnates on my refrigerator.
Posted by: Gregg in Baton Rouge | October 26, 2012 at 06:53 PM
As long as the hot tub has no leeks, his position is that the neighbors should not carrot all about reasonable noise levels in a city. Turnip the volume!
Posted by: Ralph | October 26, 2012 at 08:02 PM
Guys, guys, guys...it's just another day in the asylum that we residents of the Vancouver area accept. We have learned to accept that a significant proportion of our citizens are stark raving mad. Whenever things like this happen, we just point to the sky and say "ohhh look, another bald eagle" or "aren't the mountains beautiful today?"
We live in paradise, but the cost is that many of us, to live here, have to shell out close to $1M to buy a house here.
But the eagles are pretty....
Posted by: Afkat | October 26, 2012 at 10:36 PM
Vegetables in the hot tub. Isn't that the theme of that Stone Soup story the geezers read when we were young-uns?
Posted by: wingnut | October 27, 2012 at 08:14 AM
Oh, Afkat, "stark raving mad."?
I don't mind being a little crazy.
But there's no way I'm doing it naked.
Posted by: Steve | October 27, 2012 at 10:27 AM
what, Steve, you don't like Miami?
Posted by: Omniskeptic | October 27, 2012 at 11:12 AM
“... from his penthouse, he can hear screaming from games at B.C. Place Stadium, bongo drums during the jazz festival..."
In those old jungle movies, the screaming only starts after the drums stop.
Posted by: Clankie | October 27, 2012 at 12:38 PM
I thought this would be a story about noted playboy (although considered a bit cold) Clarence Birdseye...
Posted by: Allen at Division | October 27, 2012 at 12:45 PM
A) sneak upstairs
B) toss in a carrot, a stalk of celery, an onion, handful of salt, and some cayenne
C) turn the heat way up
D) wait for the real screaming to start
Problem solved.
Posted by: Omniskeptic | October 27, 2012 at 04:06 PM
Too much veggie roughage.
Toss in a little Beano and the noise level ought to let up quite a bit.
On the other hand, there go the bubbles.
Posted by: Steve | October 27, 2012 at 10:45 PM
Laughing at all ! Good stuff.
Posted by: LeDud | October 28, 2012 at 06:11 PM