JB

I'm dog sitting for a friend while she's out of the country, and her dog has been an amazing source of entertainment for the last few days. Just now, he rolled around on the rug and when he heard me pouring honey nut cheerios into a bowl, he flipped up, ready to charge toward the table. But just before he ran as swiftly as his tiny dog legs would take him, his hair flipped over his face in an odd arrangement that made him look like Justin Bieber. After overcoming my impulse to put him outside for the day and send a letter to Canada, demanding they take JB back, I laughed. Because Justin Bieber looks like my friend's dog. Bieber = dog. And the entire pre-pubescent world has "Bieber fever". The hilarity of this situation is incredible.

Canada makes me feel better about my purchases when I see that I'm paying 75 cents less on my books. They bring pleasure to my mornings when I use half a bottle of their syrup on my pancakes. Their bacon is great. But now, Canada is just spoiling me. They produced a little boy that looks like a Maltese, and I can't stop laughing. Thank you, Canada.

America, step it up.

-ZMar