the aliens have landed last night mistakenly in toronto when they're actually headed for the white house in washington, DC. told them this is canada and they must want the american leader so i said dc is approximately 774 kilometres south east; they didn't know kilometres but i told them i don't know miles from adam so they would just have to divide it by 1.61 (i think); and could they pass by ottawa and take our leader, too? well, they refused. pity the american president, everyone seems to be after his head. even the aliens. i almost told them to go to vancouver island out west and made sure the prince and his shit-stirrer wife don't come settle in canada. i did ask them to do something to stop the fires in the southern hemisphere.
yeah, if only it's possible. but, really, i wonder what i'd do if i ever encounter an alien. i'd probably have a heart attack or pee in my pants. that's what.
Well, this appears to be a pitcher - a pitcher of a pitcher :-) So is this a clue to yesterday's mystery photo? (which is apparently not the bottom of your frying pan).
I was going to ask a Canadian her views on Megxit!! We here in uk thought you wanted them both!!!