Wednesday, October 31, 2007


An extremely shy man was in the hospital for a series of tests, the last of which left his bodily systems extremely upset. He wound up making several trips to the bathroom, all of which were false alarms and when he had a real need to go he ignored it and suddenly filled the hospital bed with diarrhea. He was so embarrassed that with a complete loss of composure he jumped out of the bed, gathered up all the sheets and threw them out of the hospital window.

A drunk was staggering by the hospital when the sheets landed on him. He started yelling, swearing and swinging his arms, violently trying to get the unknown thing off of him and ended up with the soiled sheets tangled on the ground in front of him.

A hospital security guard who had seen the whole incident walked up to the drunk and asked, “What the heck is going on here?”

The drunk, still staring at the pile on the ground said, “I think I just beat the crap out of a ghost!”

Anyway... Humouroceros

Tuesday, October 30, 2007


BEIJING (Reuters) - China condemned Prime Minister Stephen Harper on Tuesday for "disgusting conduct" for playing host to the Dalai Lama and demanded that Ottawa stop supporting anti-Chinese activities by exiled Tibetans.

Cool. Of course I think it’s disgusting that China will be hosting the Olympics in 2008. I guess we all have our likes and dislikes. The Chinese government doesn’t like freedom or the Dalai Lama, and I don’t like repressive governments that murder their own citizens. There you go.

Anyway… Humouroceros

PS: I found the picture at

Monday, October 29, 2007

They whacked the bearded clam

As part of a European Union sponsored programme called Millennium, which is seeking to understand climate change over the past 1000 years, researchers from Bangor University in Wales have been studying mollusks pulled from the oceans floor. Earlier this year as they were examining the latest haul from the 80-metre deep waters of the north shelf of Iceland, and arguing over the best recipe for clam chowder, one researcher realized that he had just whacked the oldest clam in the world.

The man wielding the clam-chisel was Dr. Alan Wanamaker, who said, “It was a large animal so I expected it to be old, but we never expected it to be so extraordinarily old.” He then cut the clam in half. It was only after counting the clam’s growth rings (twice) that the doctor realized what he had done. This clam Methuselah had been born when Queen Elizabeth I was on the throne of England, William Shakespeare was hitting his stride as a playwright, and the King James version of the Bible hadn’t been compiled yet. As Dr. Wanamaker says, “It’s death is an unfortunate aspect of this work. For our work it’s a bonus, but it wasn’t good for this particular animal.”

Tough luck for the clam I guess but honestly it’s kind of hard to get too worked up about it. Your average clam settles down on the ocean floor somewhere and unless a cod or a seal goes all carnivore on it’s ass, it can pretty much live forever. This particular clam wasn’t aware of all the stuff that was going on during it’s long, boring life, and at the time it was “caught” (like that’s a real challenge) it wasn’t even reproducing anymore. Too old, they figure. Really, getting made into a chowder was probably a mercy.

Anyway… Humouroceros

"Artists" conception of the oldest clam in the world, with a Methuselah-like beard. Stupid artist.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Barack's lapel pin

Here is about a year until our friends to the south (the United States) head to the polls to elect a new POTUS (President of the United States)(which is different from a ROTUS which would be a Resident of the United States)(but not too different). Of course the liberal media is on the hunt for important stories to keep the US public informed so that in November of 2008 Mister & Missus America (and all the little Americas) can stride into their voting booths full to the brim with knowledge about who is the best person for them to vote for. Democracy will, once again, prevail.

Everybody’s favourite Internet monkey-butt and blabber-mouth, Matt Drudge, has managed to scoop the rest of the liberal media with an October 4, 2007 piece that tears the roof off of that unpatriotic fellow, Democratic Presidential hopeful, Barack Obama. As Matt reveals, Mr. Obama has stopped wearing a US flag lapel pin. With this single story old Matt has opened the flood-gates for sure and the next thing you know journalists from across the United States were dragging every political pundit they could get their hooks into on air so they could discuss the controversy. Is Obama patriotic? Can Obama be trusted with the highest office in the land? Is Obama really Osama? All important questions. How long until this entire affair is labeled ‘lapel-pin-gate’?

One point that Matt neglected to mention (after all, he is a busy man and cannot be expected to cover all the angles) is that Mr. Obama actually stopped wearing the pin right after the 9/11 attacks in New York. As Mr. Obama has said, “The truth is that right after 9/11 I had a pin. Shortly after 9/11 … that became a substitute for, I think, true patriotism.” So the man hasn’t worn a pin for almost six years. Good thing Matt noticed.

The thing is that once the rest of the liberal media found out, then things really took a turn for the strange. On FOX news, which I have heard is fair and balanced, one commentator remarked to well-known liberal, Alan Colmes, “It’s a little weird, Alan, that in the middle of the campaign, the guy takes off the (US) flag that most people wear because they’re proud of their country.” Actually there are a couple of things weird here. One is, “most people”? And why to the rest of the people wear them? For example, why does George W Bush wear one? I would have thought it was patriotism at one time, but there is no way that someone who claims to support the military would arbitrarily extend tours of duty for young US soldiers in Iraq. Obviously if one does not support the US military, one cannot be patriotic. Two, how is September 2001, when Mr. Obama stopped wearing the pin, considered to be “in the middle of the (2008 Preidential) campaign”?

Then again, I suppose that if you spend a lot of time sputtering over lapel pins then you don’t have to talk of think about anything what may actually be important, like Iraq, or a potential war with Iran. I’m probably wrong though. I have been before.

Anyway… Humouroceros

Democratic Presidential hopeful, Barack Obama with a friend and brazenly not wearing a US flag lapel pin. He also has two right hands.

Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Rhymes with Wal-Mart

Everybody; So it’s a done deal and unless the giant “Wal-Mart” corporate power structure steps in and hides all the really cool details you shall all be reading about it in the your local paper some day soon. But just in case, here are the true facts about how the whole situation went down (keeping in mind at all times that the store in question is not in fact Wal-Mart®, but is a store which has a name that rhymes with Wal-Mart. Just so we’re clear on that).

As everyone will remember, recently I accidentally came across a copy of the “Wal-Mart” New Employee Security Code Handbook, which is just chock full of all the “Wal-Mart” security codes and required responses. Tons of fun for your average anarchist or anti-globalization maniac, and who am I to resist temptation? However, a careful perusal of the handbook showed that a minimum of two people would have to be involved on the anarchist side to make this operation work. Naturally I had to consider this carefully. I understand that there are many folks who have no interest in bowing down to those “in charge”, corporate drones or otherwise, but this operation would call for that certain special something that separates one from normal maniac-hood to those who are predisposed to ultra-extreme maniac-hood. Obviously genetics would play a role.

Well my nephew, C****, popped to mind instantly (he has requested that for the purposes of this report I refer to him only as Professor Chaos). Not only is he a fellow listener to DOA, Hard Core Logo, and Metallica, but he is also an avid air-guitarist. Most importantly, from an early age Professor Chaos has had a healthy skepticism (one might almost call it cynicism, if one were a complete loon) that I feel is important to a true adults development. Of course when I asked him if he wanted to be involved he tossed his copy of Harry Potter and Leopard-Walk-Up-to-Dragon onto the coffee-table and asked, “What are we going to do?”

I laid out a rough plan of attack whereby we would infiltrate and, by use of the top secret “Wal-Mart” security codes, disrupt the normal flow of operations of the store. Good clean fun and all in a worthy cause too! Well, not a real worthy cause. I just wanted to see what would happen. We’ll just call it my ‘art’ for now.

“What if they catch us?” Professor Chaos asked.

I told him that if we were caught I would probably get beaten like a gong by corporate drones, then I would be worked over by a group of sharks disguised as corporate lawyers. And then, as a final indignity, I would probably be renditioned off to Syria for a quick round of rubber hose beatings and thumbtacks through the eyelids (as a general rule the corporate power structure does not handle disrespect very well). I also told him that as a young offender the cops would probably just take him down to the station and phone his mom to come get him. Then while he waited for her to show up they would probably ply him with pop and ice-cream and let him wear a police hat. “Sounds good to me,” he said. “Let’s go!” Good man.

I grabbed a set of 2-way radios off the counter and we headed on out. I backed out onto the road and with some very stylish slippage in the fresh snow we were off fishtailing down the road (I’m pretty sure the neighbors were about to get new garbage cans anyway). As we traveled I filled Professor Chaos in on the general plan of action. I also gave him the security handbook to look through. At this point my concerns were few. Getting in wouldn’t be a problem at all and neither would getting into position be. The general ‘shake the ant-farm’ part should be just a hoot and vacating the store post shake-up would probably not be a problem either. At first I had been surprised that none of the security scenarios called for a store-wide lockdown, but after considering for a moment it did sort of make sense. If you lockdown the store then customers can’t get in and spend money. Actually as you will see this worked in as part of the overall plan.

We pulled into the sparsely filled “Wal-Mart” parking lot and quickly jogged to the store entrance. I stopped at the payphone by the doors and dialed a number I had discovered on my second favorite anarchy website, 1-202-456-1414 ext: 001 can be dialed from anywhere North America and will instantly disable the security video systems of all “Wal-Marts” in a thirty mile radius from wherever the call originates (I believe this was an easter egg [an electronic backdoor] planted in the “Wal-Mart” security system by a disgruntled former employee). After a few minutes we infiltrated the store itself and Operation Poop-Rake began.

We split up and Professor Chaos scuttled off towards the toy section and pet supplies while I nonchalantly made my way to the children’s clothes area at the opposite corner of the store. At the prearranged time (well, roughly prearranged time as I don’t wear a watch and Professor Chaos had lost his) I stopped a “Wal-Mart” associate and said, “Associate Bill told me to tell you to prepare for a code 86! This is not a drill, I repeat, this is not a drill!”

The girl looked at me suspiciously. “Why are you wearing sunglasses in the store?” she asked.

“Why indeed,” I answered. “Remember, code 86. Eight sixer!” I gave her a stern look, then I ran off to hide in the men’s washroom to wait for the next stage of the plan to unfold.

It was at this point that Professor Chaos should have stopped an associate over by the pet food and, acting like an innocent twelve year old, said that he had heard a group of big boys walking down towards the automotive department and they were talking swears like bad kids. When the associate hurried off Professor Chaos was supposed to weave his way through the paint and hardware sections to the books and magazines. Once there he was to wave a photocopy of a bar-code (which I had found in the security handbook) under the automatic price checker station in that area, thus activating a store-wide class-three security alert. He was then to move to the crafts section, discard the photocopy, and then inform me of mission accomplished with a double click on our 2-way radios.

I had only been in the washroom for a couple of minutes when I heard Professor Chaos’s double click. I left the washroom and walked up to the store’s rear service counter. I rapped on the counter with my knuckles, but before the young cutie behind the counter could say anything, I snapped out, “This is a double alpha red situation. A double alpha red situation! Do I have to repeat myself?”

“I think you already did,” she said.

“This is no time to be coy,” I hissed. “Double alpha red! You know your duty.” I turned and hustled off to join Professor Chaos in the crafts section. Everything appeared to be going smoothly so far. Our first feints at provoking a security response seemed to be bearing fruit. We had taken a quick moment to touch base and then we wove our way through the sewing & notions department, into the shoe department where we paused, pretending to be merely a dad and his boy out for a bit of shoe shopping. I glanced at the shoe department salesgirl who appeared to be prowling her department with a little more vigor than usual and a tense expectant look in her eye. Perfect. As I had hoped the store security awareness levels had been jacked up a couple of notches due to all the security calls we had initiated, and if all the store associates were as wired as this girl was it was time to administer the final gentle push that would cause the entire cesspool of corporate big-storedness to flutter to the ground like a house made of damp cards in a stiff Arctic wind (yo! Dig that imagery!)

As you have noticed, so far we had only been toying with lower echelon “Wal-Mart” associates and that really isn’t fair at all. Even yanking the chain of the local “Wal-Mart” manager wouldn’t be any fun because he is probably just some local corporate droneling-wannabe, working a hundred hours plus a week and trying to grab the first rung of a corporate ladder that is actually completely out of his reach. Nope, we wanted to slam-dunk the ‘Monitors’.

Until I read the security handbook I had never even heard of the Monitors. It turns out that every “Wal-Mart” in North America has a cadre of Head Office trained Monitors prowling it’s aisles. These people are trained in one of three top secret locations and are all expert at various extreme security measures up to and including near lethal take-down and restraint. Obviously these talents are not required daily in every store so on a day to day basis these people are to keep the troops (the associates) in line, and these were the people that Professor Chaos and I had been working up. The Monitors had to have noticed that something was going on.

For those don’t believe there are Monitors in the “Wal-Mart” stores. just listen to the overhead announcements that play all during the working-day in every “Wal-Mart”. “Will all “Wal-Mart” associates make sure their areas are clean for inspection,” is one. Another is, “Would all “Wal-Mart” associates please do a security check of their areas.” Those are the Monitors in action, and those announcements have always sort of bugged me (for all the time I actually spend in “Wal-Mart”). Every time I hear one, in my mind’s eye I could see this giant faceless corporate Big Brother type thing yanking around under-paid and under-houred “Wal-Mart” employees like monkeys on a chain and that kind of high-handed behaviour has always given me the full on hates (yeah, I know that’s a run on sentence, but sometimes life is very much like that). And then, to find out that the truth is much more insidious. The Monitors made me think of those commissars from the Soviet army during World War II who followed the frontline troops into battle, shooting deserters and cowards, the deserters and cowards being those guys who were tired of being sent into battle without weapons so the Germans would waste bullets shooting them. Oh yeah, the Monitors were the targets of our little foray into anarchy here. Let’s go.

Professor Chaos and I moved to the aisle and when nobody was looking we tuck and rolled into the ladies unmentionables section. We burrowed into the over-sized bra display and huddled down for a moment. “You ready?” I asked. “Let’s rock,” Professor Chaos answered as he patted the pouch of his kangaroo sweat-shirt. He pulled on a pair of mirrored aviator shades and yanked his hood over his head. We dug our way to the aisle across from the Audio Visual department, and Professor Chaos left cover to innocently amble in to look at the DVDs and video games. He disappeared for a second then reappeared and gave me a thumbs up. Party time.

I popped up out of the ladies dainties display, startling the heck out of the department salesgirl. “You!” I said, “Associate! We have ourselves a Triple Zee Alpha Plus situation in the A/V department. My authorization is Nasty Frog Goober (this is the highest “Wal-Mart” security code. Thanks again You know your duty, associate!” I dug my way back into the girlie gonch and made my way to where Professor Chaos was waiting by the watch display. We scored some gum and batteries from the impulse buy stand and paid cash for them, then went and stood by the main doors where we could see down the central aisle of the store to the entrance of the A/V department. It looked like a bunch of ants as every Monitor in the store scrambled to get into the department, responding to the Triple Zee Alpha Plus call. Eventually they were all in there and there were two standing at the department entrance making sure that no regular associates or civilians got in.

Things were calm for a minute or two and then a high pitched Ki-yi-yi-yi call echoed throughout the store when one of the Monitors found the note that Professor Chaos had taped to a post by the DVD display in the A/V department. The note said, “I have placed an ‘on sale’ sticker on an item in this department. Quick, look out behind you!” As we all know “Wal-Mart” does not have sales as they already have the lowest prices (well, not really) and the insinuation that there was an ‘on sale’ sticker hidden in the department sent the Monitors into a frenzy. Even the two that had been guarding the department entrance turned and rushed in, and we could soon hear the sounds of displays being torn apart and merchandise being tossed around. It sounded like an ugly scene, or music to my ears.

I went up to the store greeter and said, “Man, that sounds like a riot or something! You should call the cops!”

The greeter, who had to have recognized some of the Monitors as they piled into the A/V department, smiled and said, “You know what? I think I will.” He was moving to the phone as Professor Chaos and I left the store, dropping the security handbook on a table on the way out.

As we got into the Jeep Professor Chaos asked if we were going to wait for the police to show up. “Nope,” I answered. “The point of creationist art such as this is to give it life and then to allow it to evolve as it will. Staying to watch would only ruin the moment.”

“It sure would be cool though,” he pointed out.

“I’ve spent my life avoiding being cool,” I said, “and I’m not stopping now.” And so we left.

So should we have done it? I don’t know if it was right or wrong, in the Biblical sense, but it felt right and that’s worth something. Besides, as Gibby Hayes of the Butt-hole Surfers once said, “I’d rather regret something I did, rather than something I didn’t do.”

By the way, if the riot and the police response don’t make it into the international media in the next week or so then we’ll know the “Wal-Mart” corporate power structure is alive and well, and completely in charge.

Anyway… Humouroceros

Monday, October 22, 2007

"Wal-Mart" 1

Hey; I was in (a store which has a name that rhymes with ‘Wal-Mart’ and which in the interests of simplicity I will from now on refer to as “Wal-Mart”) yesterday to buy some writing paper and a way cool binder (whenever I start a new story I like to start out with a new binder. I used to think this was anal when other people did it, but now that I do it I realize it is not anal at all). Being honest (and likely to get caught otherwise) I paid for my stuff and left the store. Here’s the cool part. On the way out of the store there was a “Wal-Mart” New Employee Security Code Handbook on a small table, so I grabbed it and whipped it into my bag when the store ‘greeter’ wasn’t looking. I figure I can have some fun with this. I’ll let you know how it turns out.

Anyway… Humouroceros

Sunday, October 21, 2007

The President's advisers

I think we can all agree that as the most powerful man in the history of the world, President George W Bush has access to the best advisers to be found anywhere. My questions are: where are they, and is the President's staff sure that they are all on board?

I don't think it looks like he has to worry about the Democrats so much as he does about his own advisers. Just a thought.

Anyway... Humouroceros

Friday, October 19, 2007

Just when you think things can't get weirder...

I've been seeing a lot lately about something called a RealDoll. This appears to be an anatomically correct and "fully functional" life-size doll made, I suspect, specifically for the lonely loser in your life (if you don't mind spending 6 grand plus, that is). Apparently there is a movie "Lars and the Real Girl" about a guy and his doll and the whole thing is just weirding me the heck out. Last year it was tiny dogs, this year it's fake women with "marriage holes".

I don't care what people do in the privacy of their own homes as long as they are not hurting someone else. It's none of my business. But this is freaking strange.

Anyway... Humouroceros

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Star Wars television

'Star Wars' mastermind George Lucas planning television series

Wed Oct 17, 3:58 AM

By The Associated Press

LOS ANGELES - The Force may soon be coming to a television near you.

George Lucas said Tuesday he is planning a live-action television series spinoff of the "Star Wars" film franchise. Lucas told the Los Angeles Times he has "just begun work" on the series, which will not include the films' major characters Luke Skywalker or Darth Vader. "The Skywalkers aren't in it, and it's about minor characters," Lucas told the Times.

Lucas wouldn't reveal details, but joked that the series would be about "the life of robots."

Lucas already has another television series in the works. Lucas Animation has been working for months on the computer-animated "Star Wars: The Clone Wars."

Oh man, my cup runneth over. If this is even half as good as Battlestar Galactica... Wicked!

Anyway... Humouroceros

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

My art

Every so often I find myself in a creative sort of mood, and I just have to get out and create something. Usually it's an episode of the Sopranos that brings this on, but it can also be the Trailer Park Boys, a well writen story, something a friend or family member has done, or anything creative. Inspiration strikes when you least expect it. This is the latest:

I call this Electric Dragonfly. I was going for the contrasting colours and how they play between the Dragonfly itself and the background. I've been experimenting with filters and this is one of the happy accidents that happen every so often. Like silly putty or super glue.

This is a fantasy piece I have chosen to call Utapu, after a planet in Star Wars III. There is a hint of a naturalistic Couruscant in it as well, although this may only occur to a member of the Star Wars fraternity.

I call this the Spider Tree, and it is another happy accident. I was aiming for the needles and juxtapositioning these against the cedar fence in the background. After I took the phot I was walking around the tree and I walked through the web and the stupid spider stung me on my right bicep. Long story short, the spider's dead and I have a huge welt on my arm that is all sorts of red.

Anyway... Humouroceros

Monday, October 15, 2007

Aragorn and Arwen

In the second movie of Peter Jackson's Lord of the Rings trilogy, The Two Towers, the Lady of Rohan, Eowyn is surprised at how old Aragorn is (he is 88 years old at that time). I assume that she is surprised because he doesn't really look his age. I wonder how she would have reacted to how old Aragorn's chick Arwen was. At that time Arwen was 2778 years old, but she still looked pretty good. I think it may be something about chicks with pointed ears.

Aragorn (on the left) and Arwen

Anyway... Humouroceros

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Ahmadinejad in New York

During Iranian President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad’s recent visit to New York the Iranians asked that he be allowed to visit Ground Zero and lay a wreath there. The city of New York turned this request down, citing security concerns. I suspect that the actual reason is that the very idea of President Ahmadinejad visiting the site is pretty grotesque, but I suppose you can’t say that diplomatically.

Before the city of New York had turned down the Iranian request I was listening to the Fox radio network broadcast over the Internet. There was a talk show on and one of the topics was the Iranian request except that President Ahmadinejad was being referred to as “that thing” and there were an unusual amount of questions as to why is the UN in New York in the first place. The talk show host was discussing the security costs of President Ahmadinejad’s visit and wondering why the New York taxpayers should have to pay if the President decided to go anywhere in New York. Oddly enough, I was actually agreeing with him. Why should US taxpayers, in New York or wherever, have to pay when there is a UN diplomatic visit (President Ahmadinejad was in town to speak at the UN)? I figured that these costs should be covered by either the visiting dignitaries government or by the UN itself. The Fox talk-show guy had a different take on it however. I’m paraphrasing, but basically he said, “If that thing wants to travel around New York, instead of New York taxpayers picking up the tab, he should be guarded by Iranian security people.”

I never thought I would see the day when a US right-winger would say he wanted to see armed Iranians running around the streets of New York city.

Anyway… Humouroceros

United States society

I just heard that the actress Alicia Silverstone has done some ads for PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals), one print and one filmed, in which she is nude. The filmed one was for US television but won't be shown because it is "too racy". You can find it at and I guess I don't know what racy means. Or, is US society so weak that it would be brought down by seeing a woman's nude body (with all the "private" bits hidden). You know, that's kind of sad.

Anyway... Humouroceros

Monday, October 08, 2007

The Sanctity of Marriage

I see the “actress” Pam Anderson has married again, this time to the chronically unemployable Rick Salomon who’s sole previous acting experience was in Paris Hilton’s sex video. The bride wore a white mini-dress and the new mister Anderson wore a black beanie, also they had to wait for Pam’s show to end in Las Vegas before getting married in the casino. How did they meet? Pam says, "I paid off a poker debt with sexual favors, and I fell in love. It's so romantic.” Lovely. Previously Pam had been married to Tommy Lee (married in bathing suits in Mexico) and Kid Rock (married in different locations around the world while drinking lots.)

Twenty-four hour marriages in Las Vegas, people who have been married multiple times, people who make a joke of the marriage ceremony (if someone thinks the marriage ceremony is silly, why get married in the first place? Just be honest and live together). It seems to me that people should not worry about gay marriage ruining the sanctity of marriage. Heterosexuals are taking care of that on their own.

Anyway… Humouroceros

Monday, October 01, 2007

Salt free association

Found this in the files. I just don't know...

It began with a woman I did not recognize, yet who seemed very familiar to me. She handed me a magazine which had photographs of men and women in compromising positions. I felt uncomfortable at this and put the magazine on a rack which was full of magazines. There was a great wind and the roof of the building was partially removed and then a short squall of penguins dropped in. Trees had turned green with the cold and it was only after staring for a while that I noticed that all the phone lines were made of barbed wire. Small birds would land on them, then fall to the ground in disbelief. A small group of bison arrived and spent a few minutes trying to give me financial advice but got quite offended when I asked how their own personal finances were. They threatened to trample me but decided not to when I showed them my opposable thumb and then just wandered off in a depressed sort of state that would have offended your average Jainian. The skies then darkened and huge flocks of ravens flew by, raucously commenting on various fish they had seen while people around me waved nets in the air and attended to their gardens. Cats roamed freely, accosting total strangers and trying to sell them the latest flanged gadgets, with a guarantee that it would create a work free environment. As the air thickened the insects began flying slower and slower until you could almost but not quite count the wing beats of the hummingbirds as they peeled the paint from the houses that had been left standing in the wind. Pollen flew free and sunflowers shed their petals in the late afternoon light, tossing earwigs hither and yon. Off in the distance we could hear the coyotes slinking into the free herds of antelope, their stomachs growling and their eyes watering from the light that still filtered over the nearby horizon. I had to wonder at the sound which mentioned very inexpensive life insurance, yet as they spoke of price I was appalled. It is to wonder, I thought as I pulled out the hoe and began to straighten the gravel. Who in their right mind?

Anyway... Humouroceros

"Handsome" Dick Manitoba?

This first picture is from Spin magazine and is of "Handsome" Dick Manitoba. He used to sing for a band called the Dictators.

This second picture is of Julian from the Trailer Park Boys. He drinks rum and does small crimes. Is it just me or could these two guys be brothers?

Anyway... Humouroceros