Friday Donuts

Friends, One likes to think proficiency and results are the way to reach the top. Do good and the world will do good by you. Right? But that’s not always the way the world works. In real life some good people get held back while incompetence (or worse) often fails up. Case in point: the star of the apprentice. How the heck did he get to the oval? Or, take murder, the quintessential activity where you’re rewarded for failure. Succeed and you’re in the slammer for life. Fail (i.e., attempted murder) and you’ll get a much lighter sentence. Fortunately, when it comes to donuts, the reward is instantaneous. All you have to do is order and, bam, instant gratification. and so it is that, I raise my coffee and donut to all you “slow and steady wins the race” folks out there. I take solace in knowing there’s so many more of us. Happy Friday! ​

  Note : for best results, I recommend you turn on your rapper brain before reading this.  Friends, On this fine day I’d like to say, nay propose, you should read this using lyrical prose.  As I see the AFC’s final game, the Broncos should all the same send the visiting team from whence they came, with a loss to their name. Even with Nix nixed for the season, the defense is the reason we’ve made it this far (not a single star). So, as a footnote, even though footage shows Bo lost his footing, injuring his foot when a Bills safety couldn’t safely tackle him, the backup quarterback will bring the Broncos back to the Super Bowl, y’all! It may be the donuts I ate talking, but I think this is a team of fate. I know this note is late, sorry it's so tardy, but it’s time the Lombardi landed at mile high.  Happy Friday!

Friends, Stop me if you’ve heard this one before: what’s a donut lover’s favorite day of the week? Fry-day. Get it? It all makes sense now. Right? Here’s hoping you have a delightful day and you get a chance to put the fry back in Friday. Cheers!

Friends, Picture this clickbait: Narcissistic dictator known for ignoring the rule of law, his long-winded, often nonsensical discourse, and a contempt for the truth, snatched and flown-in to face justice. Now imagine reading this in Canada. You might be forgiven for momentarily thinking the Mounties finally crossed the border and put the orange man in an orange jumpsuit. Of course, we all know what really happened, and despite the spectacular mishandling of the situation, I’m glad to see Maduro behind bars. Speaking of Canada, Southwest Airlines does not fly to Toronto, but if you search tor a flight, they will show you itineraries to ONT (Ontario, California). One might be forgiven for thinking it’s another nearby airport and booking a much cheaper trip. Assuming you don’t fall for the ploy, once downtown YYZ, the donut holes at Greta Arcade Bar are pretty, pretty good. Happy Friday!

Happy New Year, Friends! My household likes to ring in the new year by figuratively burning away the year that was. Picking a suitable effigy that is both relatable and fun can get a little tricky. Politicians and dead celebrities often provide good fodder, but this time I wanted to go in a different direction. Enter the brazen eight-minute heist of the crown jewels at the Louvre. In case you missed it, a four-man crew disguised as construction workers used a cherry picker, angle grinders and scooters to go in and out in a flash. And, since my wife and I had a chance to case — I mean to visit — the palace this year, it felt perfect. That’s how the idea of the Monalisa getting held up came to life. In the process I was able to work-in six seven as part of the treasure being stolen. If you’re over 17, google it (and if you’re already familiar with the meme, google it anyway, the screen effect that presents the results will give you a smirk). Here are a few photos of the event for y...