GAGA! GAGA! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS??? IT MEANS CRAZY! HAHAHA! GET IT? GAGA-CRAZY! THAT’S ME! OH BOY, DO EVEN HAVE ANY IDEA HOW CRAZY I AM? LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ME! WHAT DO YOU SEE? CRAZY! SHEER, PURE, NATURAL ONE HUNDRED PERCENT CRAZY! THAT’S...

Barely a day passes by when I don’t feel thankful that the golden boy, unlike the princess, chooses his utter his deepest thoughts and comments in his mother tongue. I have already mentioned his fondness for swearing and rude words, which takes place...

Here is my propsal to the Canadian government: it should force all newcomer and first-generation immigrants to take a paid vacation from Canada every year to a normal popular warm tourist destination (Spain is lovely, but Cuba, Hawaii and Honduras are...

There is the smell of perfume everywhere- apparantly noone suffers from the strange scent allergies which the afflict the Haligonian ladies. When I tell the ladies about the scent ban in Canada, they look at me as I am out my mind, first they think I...

“Golden boy, I am going away on a short trip. I’ll be back next week, after your swiming lesson.” Silence. Then, “And I will look with teary eyes.” (va manam ba cheshmaye ashki nega mikonam).