Toronto must be setting some kind of record for puns-per-square-mile. I'm just glad we have an aide there to snare them all. Sometimes I lay awake at night, distressed by the millions of puns out there that I'll never see! Oh dear, I'll have to stop. I've run out of deoderant and this is distressing me.
Not wanting Toronto to get all the Candaian glory, On a recent trip to Montreal, Emily spotted this denim store:
..which is one of my favourites of recent weeks.
Dr Dave Thirde just got back from California, where he took in the sights and bytes of Silicon Valley. To call that nerdy does a disservice to the word, I think. At least he got to see some otters while he was there too. And they're bloody hilarious.
Anyway, among the throb of Irish Pubs that the states has to offer, he spotted this:
Dere's more to Oirland dan dis.
And finally, (and somewhat unsurprisingly, given his fondness of HTML) a different, but equally tech-savvy Dave found this in Italia:
Bravo, everyone
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