Well, didn’t that just snap the elastic out of Toronto’s panty lines! One minute you’re staring at miles of wire fences and Shazam! the earth moves. Some say the quake was just pre-G20 jitters. Others are talking about 1.1 billion…
You know, Pumpkins, I hate to admit it – but the cost of showcasing Toronto’s unique style to the world has been totally worth it. It never would have occurred to me to go all ‘cold-war era East Berlin’ as…
I admire those plucky soccer fans, Pumpkins. No apologies or pussy-footing in this game. And frankly, that’s the only way to be when you’re blowing your vulvazela till kingdom come. They have no mind to pay lip service to piqued…
Kids think they cleverly invented ‘how r u’ and ‘lmao’. Puh-lease. Baby talk. A mere step above pig latin, umpkinpehs. Try entering the code for two open-jaws with extra luggage allowance in GDS. Now that’s coding. It separates the agents…
The Globe & Mail’s Bert Archer is not impressed with us, Pumpkins. Apparently he wore out his phone keys trying to find an agent to book his tricky business trip. I hate it when that happens. Especially when the guy…
It’s bad enough the world is being polluted with fake Chanel and Prada bags, Rolex watches and cheap saline implants – we now have to contend with a cut-rate cottage country knock off in downtown Toronto. This ‘fake lake’ business…
My dear Pumpkins, over the years, I’ve witnessed some pant dropping in this biz. Who hasn’t? But with this summer’s beach pricing, it looks like some of you have not only dropped your pants, you lost them along with your…
And it’s about time. China’s Hainan Airlines will be gracing Pearson’s runways soon. Their gold and orange curlicue logo is refreshingly swirvacious. There’s only so much red and teal one can handle. And really, WestJet, you know I love you…
Fair warning, Pumpkins, read at your own risk. We do not take responsibility for sudden attacks of nausea or alcoholism. Cancun’s Mayor has just been arrested for being in cahoots with a violent drug cartel. Great. That’s really what…
There’s heat. And there’s packin’ heat. For some reason, Pumpkins, suns and guns have an affinity for one another. (Maybe the expression is “Sun of a gun”, huh? Has anyone thought of that?) Point is, my dahrlings, people killing…
