Left In Lowell

Ouch. The Blog of Record is rubbing Dave Conway’s nose in it: Conway’s candidate passed over for School Department job

Today, it did no good to have “a vewy gweat fwiend in Wome.”

PILATE: Now, Jewish wapscallion.

BRIAN: I’m not Jewish. I’m a Roman.

PILATE: A Woman?

BRIAN: No, no. Roman.

(slap) - Aah!

PILATE: So, your father was a Woman. Who was he?

BRIAN: He was a centurion in the Jerusalem Garrisons.

PILATE: Weally? What was his name?

BRIAN: ‘Naughtyus Maximus’.

CENTURION: Ahh, ha ha!

PILATE: Centuwion, do we have anyone of that name in the gawwison?

CENTURION: Well, no, sir.

PILATE: Well, you sound vewy sure. Have you checked?

CENTURION: Well, no, sir. Umm, I think it’s a joke, sir,… like, uh, ‘Sillius Soddus’ or… ‘Biggus Dickus’, sir.

GUARD #4: chuckling

PILATE: What’s so… funny about ‘Biggus Dickus’?

CENTURION: Well, it’s a joke name, sir.

PILATE: I have a vewy gweat fwiend in Wome called ‘Biggus Dickus’.

GUARD #4: chuckling

PILATE: Silence! What is all this insolence? You will find yourself in gladiator school vewy quickly with wotten behavior like that.

No mowe chuckling, you wapscallion, on this Open Thwead.