When Life Hands You Blizzards- Canadian Beer Fridge
Sledding aside, don’t let the snow drifts get you down. When life hands you Blizzards… do as the Canadians do!
I hope you enjoyed that cuz the following
awful joke was detonated 5 or 6 times a month by my sixth grade teacher, and I want to dedicate it to my (literally) old skool-buddy, the eloquent author of still twitching.
Q: What did one snowflake say to the other?
A: Stick with me and you’ll catch the drift!
Yeah, its pretty bad. But boy-oh-boy, we’re not in Brazil anymore Totozinho!
I just pushed off from South America night before last, after being stranded on the tarmac inside our plane for a few hours during torrential el niño “summer” rainstorms. It did rain every day I was in São Paulo, and no I am not complaining, cuz it was not 17ºF.
I get back to New York (and now finally home in Philadelphia), and its totally el niño-fest de novo. A bonefide Noreaster! The only word (I know of) that everyone from Maine to Maryland is all too giddy to belch, cuz its successfully made the crossover from a wicked Boston Southie vernacular to ubiquitous parlance. Are there any other Southie words that have made it to the big leagues??
anyways, so its been awhile (1997/98) since there was an “el Niño” media blitz, (and seriously I still can’t hear the words without thinking of Monica Lewinsky?!), so in case you forgot what “a child” has to do with weather going cray-cray intensivo… check it out below (pssst- it was named by the Peruvians for the “christ-child”. who knew??)
jingle wee wee wee all the way home,