Fraternal and sororal greetings to all my bosom buddies, it is with deep regret that after carful consideration, soul searching and legal opinion, I am remorseful of the soliloquy of solimortephobia, especially as soliliquising is playing havoc with my vision!
It’s official!
I am a Bitch!!!
As y’all may know, my preferred mode of transport when sneekin’ across state lines is my beloved Ford Model B V-8 (officially the Model 18) but commonly simply called the Ford V‑8. It was the one that had the new flathead V‑8 engine.
At this stage y’all are probably wondering why I didn’t choose a Durant or Willys; well, Durant went bust in 1931 and I wouldn’t touch any of your Willys with a tire wrench!
Anyhoo, the old girl let me down on the freeway, and before I could yell ‘dagnabbit’, a big hairy biker gang pulled up and to make matters worse they hailed from up north of the Mason-Dixon line… you know, the ones that say, ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ instead of, ‘yeah’ and ‘thankee’.
Just as I was a wondering if they planning on ripping me a new one… to my utter surprise, one of them offered to take me into town… but I would have to ride in the ‘Bitch’ seat!!!
This was an apparent reference to the vacant rear seat of his Velocipede onto which he had bolted a Harley-Davidson Twin Cam 110 c/I or 1802cc if you prefer.
Witch just goes to show… You should never judge by appearances alone.
BTW to avoid any confusion… The Tudors didn’t burn witches!
Being a witch was still a punishable offence, but the Tudor method of justice was to hang those they found guilty.
Heretics, by contrast, were those who were treated to being burnt at the stake. It is a simple misnomer of witches being mixed up with heretics. Witches were burned in bits of mainland Europe so I think that’s why the stereotype got attached to witches over here.”
S’alem la vie
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Well and sure Girls do just wanna have fun....and rolling around in jello and whip cream sounds like a blast. I am sure it would be the highlight of your day.”
Not so Missy… It would be the highlight of the supereon… I’ll bring the whipped cream ;D)
As y’all know, I don’t judge people… I just condemn them!
FBM I’ma lookin’ at you buddy!
Did you did, or did you not manage to photograph that freekin’ comet?
Don’t just leave us hangin’.
I know some of you denounce my practice of preaching to naked gals in my sauna, but the other day I went up to a local Christian bookstore and saw a "Honk if you Love Jesus" bumper sticker. I was feeling particularly sassy that day after our sauna meeting and because I had just come from a thrilling choir performance, followed by a thunderous prayer meeting, so I bought the sticker and put it on my bumper… Boy, I'm glad I did! What an uplifting experience that followed!
I was stopped at a red light at a busy intersection, just lost in thought about the Lord and how sexy Missy is... and I didn't notice that the light had changed. It is a good thing someone else loves Jesus because if he hadn't honked, I'd still be salivating over Missy in the sauna!
I found that LOTS of people love Jesus! Why, while I was sitting there the guy behind started honking like crazy, and then leaned out of his window and screamed "For the love of GOD! GO! GO! Jesus Christ, GO!" What an exuberant cheerleader he was for Jesus! Everyone started honking! I just leaned out of my window and started waving and smiling at all these loving people. I even honked a few times back at them to share in the love!
A couple of people were so caught up in joy of the moment that they got out of their cars and started walking towards me waving their arms to the heavens. I bet they wanted to pray or ask what church I attended, but this is when I noticed the light had changed. So, I waved to all my sisters and brothers and drove on through the intersection before the light changed again and I felt kind of sad that I had to leave them after all the love we had shared; praise the Lord for such wonderful A2K folks!
http://youtu.be/TUOPvtVZwo8
Hugs and stuff x