It was quite frigid outside today…colder than a witch’s tit, some might say. Where do you suppose that phrase originated, anyway? If any of you know, please enlighten me. Please.
I would like to add that my mother used that phrase from time to time. Hers was different. Hers goes, ‘Colder than a witch’s tit while doing push ups in the snow in a brass bra.’ Picture that for a moment.
I, personally, give that crazy witch credit for getting her ass out there. I give her credit for busting out a workout despite the daunting temperatures. Pun intended (busted out…get it? bust. Ha!) Fitness is important. You need arm strength to stir that giant wooden spoon in the cauldron everyday. And she obviously needs titty support from something stronger than a regular old sports bra. She must be busty. I can’t help but picture a crusty green witch with scrawny little arms and giant brass covered boobs dipping her boobs in the snow piles over and over. She wears a red, white, and blue sweatband on her forehead, under her pointy, stereotypical black witch hat. With each upward push she exclaims, ‘Curses!!! Curses!!!’
This witch has dedication and I commend her. All I want to do when it’s colder than her icy tit is tuck my feet under the dog.