We have a family (or a clan) of coyotes that gets to howling late at night in our neighbourhood. Sometimes it’s due to the trains that roll through the area, and sometimes I think they howl because of that nutty Vince on late-nite infomercials. If he ain’t floggin’ Sham-Wows, he’s pluggin’ Slap Chop, or Bat Mop, or Crap Drop. Somewhere, 1980’s Madonna is still looking for her telephony over-the-ear microphone set, and one night at 3 AM she’ll spot Vince wearing it.

I don’t think she’s gonna love his nuts.

Sure, this all sounds a little bit inappropriate, but…oh, that’s too funny – there’s the blasted Slap Chop commercial again!! Good grief – martini, Houdini, Zucchini – only on TV!!

Say, how come MY order hasn’t arrived yet, now that I think about it…

Didn’t this whole ramble start off with coyotes? I think I may have ADD…

Chow for now!