Herb’s Blog, Herbdate 23048 – 1082
Here’s the haps:
Today is the fifteenth of March. Day number 74 of this year which is exactly 20% over. I had this thought about the middle of this month, it was one of my ideas of March.
Today the weather is very pleasant and will be in the sixties. Tomorrow it will be in the thirties with snow flurries and I shall have to beware the ice of March.
Don’t be angry, but today is the fifteenth. Beware the ires of March!
Please don’t say, “I told you so.” Beware the chides of March.
When Mrs. Simpson glares at you you’d better beware the eyes of Marge.
The official restaurant of the fifteenth of July is Little Caesars.
But I think you should celebrate the fifteenth of March by eating a donut. In fact, eat two, brute.
Was Julius Caesar the first Holey Roman Emperor?
My time-traveling friend, Sabot, and I tried to save the emperor. We saw the old fortune teller reading the leaves of her salad. “Grab her!” I said, thinking our hope might lie in the prophecy not being uttered, but he froze. He couldn’t do it, even after I yelled, “Chicken! Seize her salad!”