Davezilla: Clean Humor, Filthy Comments

You know how agencies name lame products after tough animals? Like you might see a golf cart called, “The Grizzly”, a garden rake called the “Garden Shark”, or a leaf blower called the Undead Man-Eating, Aztec Destroyer of Souls 6500 ZX?

OK, so maybe “Garden Shark” was a bit of a stretch.

I generally get worried when I see those things. Like maybe the Grizzly golf cart will chase me up a tree, smash my lunch box and scoop salmon out of a nearby river.

Image via Mandy. No, that isn’t her. She plays with bigger monkeys (so I’m told).

Yesterday, Royal Oak seemed to fall apart.

1. A woman in our city who used to be a news anchor killed her husband.
2. There was a three hour power outtage.
3. A pipe bomb was discovered on the edge of town and subsequently dismantled.
4. A woman walked into Pitaya Jeans, wet herself and ran out.
5. A homeless man with one eye walked into the same store, threw 50 pair of jeans on the counter and announced, “Someone will be in here in a few minutes to pay for all of these” and walked out.

Spotted at a WalMart in Toronto by Rannie