I ate dinner with Janet at Asqew Grill at Bay Street. When I went up to order, the guy asked me, "May I help you, sir?" I didn't know what to say so I just stood there until he looked askance and saw what I can only imagine as sadness and horror on my face.


I've most reluctantly become unfazed by graphic sexual imagery. Thanks, Kenny. I'm sure you take great pride in knowing that you're responsible for this.