the blog quebecois

I almost bought into this one, but a Google search for it turned up this link.

Via Neatorama

I do believe I've found my lobster woman (scroll down or click here) or her identical twin sister. It looks like advertising for a patent medicine called Rex's Kidney & Liver Bitters, an alcohol-based remedy with doubtless hints of laudanum/cocaine/morphine, etc, sold at the turn of the last century. Still don't know what that has to do with a lobster in her bed, but she was probably too stoned to notice.

Well, the punch lines to them, at any rate. Go here and click any individual one to reveal the joke. Warning: Obviously some of these could be offensive. You can't say you weren't warned.

The popular social networking website Twitter.com reported today low sign-up rates throughout Canada. Twitter founders Evan Williams and Biz Stone say Canadians often misspell Twitter by reversing the letters -er, similar to common Canadian misspellings of the words theatre and centre. Internet monitoring sources say the number of new Twitter users is growing rapidly in all English speaking countries except Canada.

A sharply-written humor site from (where else?) Cincinnati. Also see Virgin Mary Painting.

The Shatnotron.

Warning: Music and sfx. Possibly NSFW.

Your standard cats-on-a-loop confection. Then things get weird.

Warning: Music and the possible meows of Satan hisself.

I never have and never will understand the use of cardboard boxes as a way of displaying the feel of being a robot. Even in old episodes of Star Trek I felt that crappy boxes were used. But at least those boxes were spray painted or something.

I mean I understand that a robot may have some square element to it hence using a box, but when we don’t even decorate the boxes? When we give no feel whatsoever that this is supposed to be a robot we’re dealing with?

Well then you just have a bunch of idiots wearing boxes.

There's no such thing as bad publicity.

"Honestly, if my husband ever did that to me, I'm not sure what I'd do," Schrump added. "Probably shit in his bed."

The shocking story.

Ananova:

A Nigerian man who says he cannot get a girlfriend because of his bad stutter has announced plans to marry his pillow.

Okeke Ikechukwu, 26, a labourer, from Lagos, told the Daily Metro that his stammer made it difficult for him to speak to girls.

"Since I am a stutterer, ladies have always laughed at me whenever I try to talk to them," he said.

"I have needs, and so I have taken to sleeping with my pillow in my arms ever since I was 16. I have grown to fall in love with it, and I intend to spend the rest of my life with it."

Mr Ikechukwu also said that, unlike a woman, the pillow would cost him little or nothing to maintain for the rest of its life.

Ottawa Citizen:

One thing Michael Ignatieff needs, if he is ever to succeed, is a quick and savage response team -- twitchy, obsessive partisans with no personal lives, no particular need for sleep and a pathological loathing of Conservatives. (Sort of like, well, you know ...)

Ooohh, a guessing game! My turn, lemme try!

Susan Riley? James Travers? The Parliamentary Press Gallery?

One of those SPCA adopt-a-dog seqments goes tragically out of control on a Surrey (B.C.) newscast.

Via The Presurfer