Tuesday, March 07, 2006

The Wicked Witch

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  1. Weird Weird weird. I had all kinds of witch houses around where I lived as a kid. One in an elaborately (swirls and curls)painted mini-house in the middle of nowhere New England, where only a midget could live. Another was in this stand of long, tall pines that would rub together in this creepy sqeaky way as I walked home from the school bus. I would hold my breath and run as fast as I could until I was past the stand. I think that's way I did ok on the track team.

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  2. Is that a good old John 3:16 behind the hanging skeleton?

    Veritably, a gumbo of mythologies.

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  3. Indeed it is, and may I compliment you on your choice of metaphors?

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  4. that is much more of a sense of humor than I expect from someone with a "John 3:16" painted on the window.

    just goes to show: you should never judge a book by its spraypainted dogma....

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  5. I have to say I love, love, love this joke (there are actually a few houses down in St. Bernard with more or less the same gag going on). To me it shows such a perfect attitude. "Oh, fuck. My house is in the middle of the street. That really sucks. But you know what would be funny? Little witches feet sticking out. That would be funny." Absolutely perfect.

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  6. it was funny before, but now it's really funny ..... i hadn't noticed the house was IN the street!

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