Two Cars on their Sides

I think I'll start updating this thing again, seeing as I'm paying for it, and all. However, since brevity's the soul of wit, and since I've now got two jobs, my musings'll be significantly truncated. Two hundred words at a time, let's say. Maybe two-fifty if I'm feeling loquacious. Or (more likely), one hundred, if I'm not.

My last entry was about a car on its side, so I'd like to resume with an account of another accident that took place under my window:

Some months later, a second accident took place under my window. Bloody queer, that!

(The soul of wit, or one's sole, with shit? Dreadful, what?)

I'll conclude with an irrational demand: from this point forth, if you leave a comment, you must address me as Mr. Boose*.

* Just kidding.