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So glad I do not drive I-84 in the mornings. (It's nowhere near my commute.) Why?
Because this morning, a milk truck overturned and spilled milk across the inbound lanes.
The radio station was having a field day, cracking jokes about bringing in the cats from the nearby humane society to clean it up. I think one of them suggested bringing eggs and/or flour, but I don't remember the exact crack, so my mind has extrapolated from the vague recollection I do have.
Best joke prize, at least while I was listening, goes to a listener who called in, though. He wanted to ask whether the alternate routes they were suggesting were for everyone, or just the lactose intolerant!
A memory from childhood: listening to the song Cruel War with my Mom. And, of course, each time she asks if she can go with her (except the last) he says no, which rhymes with part of of what she previously said. Finally she says she loves him better than words can e'er express and he says yes.
I turned to my Mom at the end, and demanded (possibly hands on hips - I don't recall, but it has that feeling of mixed disgust and indignation in my memory), if she really wanted to go with him, why didn't she just START by saying something that rhymed with yes?
I don't remember if Mom laughed at me or not, but if she didn't, it must have taken a nearly heroic effort....
Because this morning, a milk truck overturned and spilled milk across the inbound lanes.
The radio station was having a field day, cracking jokes about bringing in the cats from the nearby humane society to clean it up. I think one of them suggested bringing eggs and/or flour, but I don't remember the exact crack, so my mind has extrapolated from the vague recollection I do have.
Best joke prize, at least while I was listening, goes to a listener who called in, though. He wanted to ask whether the alternate routes they were suggesting were for everyone, or just the lactose intolerant!
A memory from childhood: listening to the song Cruel War with my Mom. And, of course, each time she asks if she can go with her (except the last) he says no, which rhymes with part of of what she previously said. Finally she says she loves him better than words can e'er express and he says yes.
I turned to my Mom at the end, and demanded (possibly hands on hips - I don't recall, but it has that feeling of mixed disgust and indignation in my memory), if she really wanted to go with him, why didn't she just START by saying something that rhymed with yes?
I don't remember if Mom laughed at me or not, but if she didn't, it must have taken a nearly heroic effort....
