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Doug has seen the error of his ways.#TOpoli pic.twitter.com/YsxPtwAfe1
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Re Doug:

Jim Flaherty must be rolling over in his grave...

"Mr. Flaherty took a very personal interest in helping the disabled. His son John, one of three triplet boys born in 1991, has a mental disability and other health challenges he developed as an infant when he was stung by an insect and contracted encephalitis."

http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news...lives-on-at-abilities-centre/article17997969/


Roll all you want Jimmy. You were friends with these assholes.
 
... And Please...somebody do something with this:
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Great. Now there's spit all over my computer screen. Could you have chosen a smaller photo, TO? This one kind of overwhelmed me. ;)
Sorry about that - my editing skills on an iPad are equal to the Ford family's eloquence. :(
 
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"Ford also said the group home has driven property values in the region down by $150,000 “overnight.” "
http://toronto.ctvnews.ca/doug-ford-...home-1.1827178

Perhaps the City of Toronto will verify if that is true or not.

If true ( I am not saying it is, or is not, because I am not a real estate expert ), perhaps his constituents on Jeffcoat may be entitled to compensation from the Province of Ontario?

If in fact his constituents on Jeffcoat are facing a financial hardhip, as Doug claims they are, the profits from the sale of Panorama could help relieve that.
 
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Merry Crackmas everyone!

'Twas the night before Crackmas, and on Windsor Drive,
Rob Ford was post-tripping, just barely alive;
The envelopes were stashed in the bathroom with care,
In hopes that St. Dixonblood soon would be there;

The Bassos were cowering under their beds,
While large men with black batons bashed on their heads;
And Sandro in his Escalade, with Rob's phone on his lap,
Had just threatened Dixon Road out of their crap.

When down in the den there arose such a clatter,
Rob rolled off the couch and emptied his bladder.
Away to the bathroom he couldn't stop trippin',
Yanked open the shitter and threw up jerk chicken.

His eyes -- they were glassy! his demeanor how petty!
His teeth were like gravel, his forehead all sweaty!
His thin little mouth was still speaking too slow,
And the coke up his nose was as white as the snow.

He picked up his pipe, lit a flame underneath,
And the crack smoke encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a distended gut,
That shook, when he laughed like a Jabba the Hutt.

He crawled to his car, quick mouthwash for a rinse,
And away Robbie drove, pounding back Russian Prince.
But I heard him exclaim, as he ran over some bikes,
Happy Crackmas to all, you wops dagos and kikes!

Animatronic: This poem was EXCELLENT!!! (As Keanu Reeves says in "Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure") and I can
picture this made into a cartoon by Matt Groening (The Simpsons) with RF being based on Homer Simpson...

LI MIKE
 
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