Whores and Stuff

Every time I see a house with a red porch light, I automatically associate it with a whore house. You know, the old red-light district thing. Open for business. This, I expressed loudly to my companion in the parking lot, without realizing that the neighbors with the red porch light were outside smoking well within earshot.

Massive stare-down.

Maybe you should consider the history of the color light you choose to use at your home. Or perhaps choose not to be offended when someone makes an historical reference to it.

Either way, I will continue to be amused.

Also, my companion’s voice recognition on his GPS always thinks he’s saying, “Boobies,” instead of, “Applebee’s.”


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