Tuesday, March 15, 2005

My sister called today to see if I was coming over on Thursday for cornbeef and cabbage - a family St. Patrick's day tradition since before I was even born. I am seriously considering it. I know they have been asshats, but I would get the chance to see my nephews, whom I dearly love and miss. I love cornbeef and she can cook. I will get the chance to see what other marvels of thought they have come up with. The whole thing has actually become comical in a way.

She has suggested that I name my car the Nimbus 2002. I don't think so. I think I'll just call it something like Broomhilda's broom or broomy for short. Maybe silver broomy. Broomhilda's most bodacious silvery asskickin ride. The witch mobile. Broomy's flyer. The Wiccan wagon.

Any suggestions?


Used Car Lot
It was a small town and the patrolman was making his evening rounds.
As he was checking a used car lot, he came upon two little old ladies sitting in a used car.
He stopped and asked them why they were sitting there in the car.

Were they trying to steal it?

"Heavens no, we bought it."

"Then why don't you drive it away."

"We can't drive."

"Then why did you buy it?"

"We were told that if we bought a car here we'd get screwed


... so we're just waiting.

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 4:25 PM

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