St. Josephâs On Da Job!
The Rev. elfLiza said that her Catholic brethren call on St. Joseph to help sell a house. So... in the middle of my nap today Barry, MY guy with Brown, skidded thru the drive and tossed out a package with my verry own St. Joey dâZillow.
Joey [in a Chelsea Boston accent]:Â âzup, paisanâ? Da elf broad sez youse needs sum heâp.
Me: Thanks for coming out. Yeah... wanna sell up and move south. Now, you get that Iâm like... Buddhist?
Joey: Imma good by that, man. Hard to get good gigs, âspecially for saints dese days.
Me: Right. So... So... what am supposed to do here.
Joey: Blezzed jeebzus on pogo stick, man, people got so many ideas on how THEY think Iâm âzposed to do my job that even Iâm confused. Youse mighda noticed Imma 5âł tall and plastic, so Immâll settlinâ for whadevz.
Me: The Rev. elf said you were supposed to go out in the yard upside down...
Joey: I can get âdownâ wid dat. Dereâs couple a prissy-ass angels I wouldnât mind mooning.
Me: Facing the road, or what?
Joey: Hmmm, might as well watch for traffic.
Me: how âbout out on a straight line from the door to the realty sign?
Joey: ... dat works. ... I can kind guide âem in like the guys over at Logan wid the orange flashlights... and letâs make it waaay out on the lawn in the deep grass so itâll be cooler overhead, K?
Me: St. Joey... ? Yâknow... with that Chelsea Irish accent I would thought youâd say âfuckâ a lot more... jusâ sayinâ.
Joey: ...Fuckinâ workinâ on it. EVery fuckinâ day...
Just before I dropped him off, he said, âBro, you DO know this is ALL âbout the prayer thing, donât you?â
Me: Yeah. Figured there was a hook on it somewhere.
Joey: Itâs all good. Like the Nike logo sez, JustDoIt!â