Had a late thang with my historical society tonight. We’re just in.
My bosses are old. You know my employers value me for my relative youth and strength. I am, like, historical society muscle. True story. And they think Onkle B is adorable.
These aren’t my old ladies, though. From what I gather, this is a group of Norfolk biddies in their traditional garb.
There must have been one rotten horrible old Norfolk hag whose behavior made this the international symbol for witches.
Don’t forget! Back here tomorrow, 6WBT. Dead Pool Round 95!
February 9, 2017 — 10:27 pm