The Local Strip Club

Two funny Brig stories. First Michelle was cleaning a room the other day in the early morning when sun shines through the window. The dust that got kicked up was catching the rays of light and kind of flickering. Brig began chasing the dust particles around with a pencil saying, "Mackay, help me catch these bugs with no faces."

And second:

Tonight we went to Sams Club to pick up some diapers and wander around looking at stuff. While getting out of the car we noticed the local tramp mobile. It's a giant Ford Econoline van wrapped in real classy leopard skin print advertisement. It promotes rather loudly the one strip club here in Abilene and has two or three lingerie'd ladies seductively strewn about the broad side.

Now you must know that the proprietor of this fine establishment used to live just down the street from us and they would park that van outside on the street every day -- making my wife very happy. Sometimes I'd drive out of our way just to go past the van to hear what new cat fight phrase she could come up with that day. Don't tell her I admitted that.

So we get out of the car at Sam's, see the van again and immediately she begins making up funny names for the car, like the "Virtueless Vixen Van", the "Trash Compactor", the "Wench Wagon" or "gotta put some gas in the Skank Tank" and of course, the "Great Dodge Debotchery". All while the boys are still in the car.

Then Brig climbs out of his car seat and while we're walking him into the store he turns around and notices the van, because it begs to be noticed. And he says in a rather loud voice (which several passers by laughed out loud because of), says "That is the PRINCESS car!"

Some where, some daddy agrees with you Brig.