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Al Batt: Potatoes, popcorn and a rabbit walk into a story
Tales from Exit 22 by Al Batt “I don’t have enough rabbits.” I couldn’t muster any pity for the man who said that. “I have ...
Tales from Exit 22 by Al Batt “I don’t have enough rabbits.” I couldn’t muster any pity for the man who said that. “I have ...
Spring rode in on the south wind. It was a soaring turkey vulture wearing a stocking cap on its bald head. Its head still looked much ...
I built a bridge once. I’ve been to Jerusalem. I picked up newspapers from a smiling vendor without a stand. Stacks of papers rested upon the ...
There are two kinds of people — those who were born in March and those who wish they had been.
My wife asked me to put ketchup on the shopping list. Her wish was my command. Now I can’t read anything on the list.
We’ve all had near-death experiences.
A friend suggested we try paintball. I declined. Here’s why.
I was playing the part of me.
He wouldn’t set his long underwear on fire to keep others warm. But he's a good guy.
My father was the last owner of every car titled in his name.
I’ll admit it, I’ve never milked almonds. I’ve never milked soybeans, rice, oats, hemp, flax, coconuts or cashews either. Apparently, milk comes from everything but ...
Sometimes I get so hungry I could almost eat my cooking.
The wind gained speed as it blew through the cracks of the old house.
I couldn’t find a short pier as someone had suggested I do.
January is the perfect time to get a good deal on a Christmas tree. January is when we realize Canada’s major exports are cold fronts.