When I was standing on King Street waiting for the streetcar to arrive, inhaling whatever the hell that unholy smell is that wafts around that neighbourhood (Is it a slaughterhouse? Because I heard it was a slaughterhouse.), I came upon some free wi-fi and soon after, came upon a joke:
Q. How many cover blurb writers does it take to screw in a light bulb?
A. A VAST AND TEEMING HORDE STRETCHING FROM SEA TO SHINING SEA!!!!
I found it insanely funny for some reason.
Damn, this is a crappy post.