Robert,
WARNING: Rated PG, but NOT OFF TOPIC
I have it from a reliable source that Jeff did, in fact, return to the Diamond Club for dinner. He said it was for the daily dinner special, "Spam, with a white sauce," but we know better. Jeff was overheard to have had a conversation with one of the dancers named "Misti." (Sorry, but my computer can not make a "Smiley Face" above the "i")
Misti: Hey Big Fellow, is that a pack of Certs in your pocket, or are you happy to see me again?
Jeff: Uh, uh, we were uh, we ran out of gas up the street and we just came in to use the phone. Yea, Yea, that's it, the phone.
Misti: Where's your friend TECH.
Jeff: Oh, he had to leave after our meeting. Say, what's a guy have to do to get a Shirley Temple around here anyway?
Misti: For $10.00 I'll do a table dance and change that 3-1/2 floppy into a hard drive!!
Jeff: Oh, I couldn't, I really shouldn't. OK. OK. Well, since you're just trying to put your self through school, I'll try just one. Damn that is a strong Shirley Temple. Hey DJ, play Free Bird damn it!!
.Two Hours, Four Shirley Temples, and Six Table Dances Later, the beertender announces last call
Jeff: Misti, you're the best. Mind if I ask you a personal question. How do you make them go in different directions? How about one more dance for me before I go?
Misti: Do you have the $10.00.
Searching his wallet, Jeff sees that he is all out of cash. However, he does have a couple of shares of ALYD.
Jeff: Misti, babe, I'm all out of cash, but I'll give you a share of ALYD for a table dance.
Misti: Ok.
As she was getting on top of the table, Misti hands Jeff $2.00
Jeff: Hey, what's this?
Misti: Your change!!
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