We leave tomorrow to go pick up the "mistress". That is my name for the new bike. I am insisting that the other mistresses move out, I will only tolerate one at a time.
I did get Tom Petty tickets for September at the Gorge. The Gorge is one of the most beautiful outdoor concert venues I have ever been to. Check it out at http://www.hob.com/venues/concerts/gorge/ I believe that the mistress will be included on that trip. Wonder if I can convince Mark that taking me to see Keith Urban could do wonders for his sex life?
Now the funny:
Sister Mary Katherine lived in a convent, a block away from Jack's liquor
store. One day, in walked Sister Mary K. and said, "Oh, Jack, give me a
pint o' the brandy."
"Sister Mary Katherine," exclaimed Jack, "I could never do that! I have
never sold alcohol to a nun in my life!"
"Oh Jack", she responded, "it's only for the Mother Superior." Her voice
dropped, "It helps her constipation, you know."
So Jack sold her the brandy.
Later that night Jack closed the store and walked home. As he passed the
nunnery, who should he see but Sister Mary Katherine! And she was
plastered!
She was singing and dancing, whirling around and flapping her arms like a
bird, right there on the sidewalk.
A crowd was gathering. Jack pushed through and exclaimed, "Sister Mary
Katherine! For shame!! And you told me this was for the Mother Superior's
constipation!"
Sister Mary Katherine didn't miss a beat. She replied, "And so it is.
When she sees me, she's gonna shit."
I did get Tom Petty tickets for September at the Gorge. The Gorge is one of the most beautiful outdoor concert venues I have ever been to. Check it out at http://www.hob.com/venues/concerts/gorge/ I believe that the mistress will be included on that trip. Wonder if I can convince Mark that taking me to see Keith Urban could do wonders for his sex life?
Now the funny:
Sister Mary Katherine lived in a convent, a block away from Jack's liquor
store. One day, in walked Sister Mary K. and said, "Oh, Jack, give me a
pint o' the brandy."
"Sister Mary Katherine," exclaimed Jack, "I could never do that! I have
never sold alcohol to a nun in my life!"
"Oh Jack", she responded, "it's only for the Mother Superior." Her voice
dropped, "It helps her constipation, you know."
So Jack sold her the brandy.
Later that night Jack closed the store and walked home. As he passed the
nunnery, who should he see but Sister Mary Katherine! And she was
plastered!
She was singing and dancing, whirling around and flapping her arms like a
bird, right there on the sidewalk.
A crowd was gathering. Jack pushed through and exclaimed, "Sister Mary
Katherine! For shame!! And you told me this was for the Mother Superior's
constipation!"
Sister Mary Katherine didn't miss a beat. She replied, "And so it is.
When she sees me, she's gonna shit."