This one's for you, sister smiley_cow. LOVEYOUOMG

Oh man, childhood memory just hit me out of nowhere.

When I was a kid (we're talking five, six years old) me and my sister shared a room together. It wasn't pleasant. Eventually one day I stole my little brother (who couldn't fight back then) 's room and set up shop there and he had to move in with her.

A bit after, my parents tore down the bar in the basement and gave me a whole new room.

Anyway.

That bar.

I used to sit on top of that bar with my ponies and throw them at my sister's head.

Sister: AUGH
Me: They can fly! ...and they hate you.

Oh man, good times. Good times.

please don't arrest me, mr. harper. I will keep your kitteny secret

This is the man who runs my country. His name is Stephen Harper.

I have long had the pet theory that he's actually a robot, to lead into the explanation to why this picture unsettles me because there's some serious uncanny valley vibes coming off that smile.

The kitten seems pretty chill, however. Why?

Me and annlarimer explore this idea.

Ann: Maybe the kitten uses him as a vessel, through which it governs. The way that cockroach used to ride around on Robert Byrd's shoulder.
Me: He's a bunch of tiny kittens in a Harper suit. That would explain the fucking evil streak, actually.
Ann: Harper thinks of nothing but murder all day.

Oh, also, I finally adapted to Tim Horton's coffee. So I'm putting that down with 'Will on reflex try to one up anyone talking about the weather where they are with Manitoba's current hell temperature' to my list of Canadian achievements.