Little Brudder writes:
I have been riding my motorcycle to work, and it has worked pretty well. I am used to wind and even got moderately used to rain. After all, it is only about 20 minutes each way, depending on traffic. But I knew snow and ice were coming. i can dress for cold, but when it is slick underfoot, two wheels is not a practical approach.
So last week, I bought a cheap POS*. OK, it's actually not bad, but it is cheap enough I did not get stuck with car payments and it seems to be reliable. So Tuesday night, I paid the money and picked up the car with a temporary license tag. Wednesday, we had an odd wind. It ran 40+ mph with gusts of 55-60 mph. When I got home that evening, my wife noticed that the license tag was missing. The screws were still there, but apparently the wind ripped it off the car.
Wednesday night, I woke up about 2 AM realizing the situation I was in. Thursday night I was able to pick up my title and Friday I got the permanent tags, so I narrowly dodged that situation. What was it? A cop would stop me and ask me where my license plate is. All I could answer would be, "The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind."
Some say art imitates life and some say life imitates art. My life imitates a bad joke.
*The crossword puzzle yesterday in the newspaper, 6-down was a four-letter word, and the clue for the word was "Chicken ____". If your mind works along the same gutter as mine, I wish to suggest to you that POS stands for Piece of Kiev. - Harl
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Brittany Murphy Dead.
At 8 AM this morning, actress Brittany Murphy died while taking at shower. It was a heart attack, but they don't know yet what caused the heart attack. She was 32.
She had previously starred in the movie "Drop Dead Gorgeous." Between that, and references to the Batesville Motel, and concentration camps in WWII, apparently her death is going to be the target of many bad jokes.
May those who were close to her find peace. As for the rest of us, do not send to ask for whom the bell tolls. It tolls, of course, for all of us.