I haven't a clue!

Let's change the subject before it escalates.

It's crazy talk.

If I didn't know monster was a sane person, I'd think she was a crazy one.


And unless I see a picture of monster's stairs with those names painted on them, I will continue to think that it's just the result of a new strain of weed and an idle mind.

I don't name inanimate things. I'll name a plant, but that's about the extent of it.

Some folks name their cars. I find it pedantic. In not opposed to giving a car a title..... Something that starts with 'the'... The Road Beast, or The Sloth.... as it keeps things general enough so as not to be anthropomorphistic. Once you call a car Sylvester or Beula, you'll deal with guilt when you trade him or her in.

But yeah. This is just bullshit talk.

Don't worry.

Those are the names of YOUR stairs, not mine. If I told you THEIR names I'd have to kill you like a hobo on 9/11

beest named the "blue raspberry" Honda Fit Buxton (some Magic Roundabout reference...). Now that's Hebe's car and she referred to it as Buxton the other day, which made me smile. :)

The first car I really drove regularly was my Nana's red Renault 5 -very popular in the UK in the late 80s. I stole someone's joke (?maybe Ben Elton) to name it Clitoris.

My best friend in high school named her car Bertha, but that was because it actually talked to her in a chiding woman's voice. Like instead of a warning ding, it would say "right door is open," or "key is in the ignition." It had several other 1970s pseudo-luxuries that were hilarious for two teens in the nineties.

From the Ministry Of Silly Walks we bring you: The Ministry of Silly Thoughts!