By Sarah Lazarovic

First, the friendly bartender at the Gladstone was overheard discussing the dubious lighting and mid-reno electrical work in the karaoke bar. In reference to a revived lightbulb, he said:
It’s like panasonic, you know, keeps going and going.
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And then later on Queen Street, an old man is on a rickety bicycle making his way past Squirrlys.
Old man: (Looking down at his bike in anger) What the fuck do you think you’re doing now?
Guess his bike is on the fritz.