i don’t know what i’m saying

June 3, 2010

RU pointed out that my Ides of June title made no sense so I looked it up and apparently I don’t know what the fuck I’m talking about. I knew the Ides was the 15th of March and that Caesar was assassinated on that date and before he bit it, the soothsayer had warned him to beware of the Ides of March, but don’t ask me where I got the analogy to stormy weather. I must have pulled that right out of butt. That’s what you try too hard to be clever and the rain is turning your brain into mush.

Here are some jokes about rain in Portland.

  • A newcomer to Portland arrives on a rainy day. He gets up the next day and it’s raining. It also rains the day after that, and the day after that. He goes out to lunch and sees a young kid and asks out of despair, “Hey kid, does it ever stop raining around here?” The kid says, “How do I know? I’m only 12.” “I can’t believe it,” said the tourist.  “I’ve been here in Portland an entire week and it’s done nothing but rain.  When do you have summer here?””Well, that’s hard to say,” replied the local.  “Last year, it was on a Wednesday.”
  • It only rains twice a year in Portland: August through April and May through July.
  • What do you call two straight days of rain in Portland? A weekend. 
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