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Pastimes : Where the GIT's are going -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: KLP who wrote (207406)	6/10/2011 12:36:55 PM
From: ManyMoose	2 Recommendations Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 225578

Our friend and neighbor got four tickets to "The Full Monty" as a gift, so she invited my wife and two other friends. When her adult children found out about it they decided to offer special transportation. Her husband knew a local mechanic (the same one I use) who had bought an old Lincoln stretch limo, so he ordered up the limo. Imagine my wife's face when she saw it backed into the driveway! I looked inside. It had a huge passenger compartment with leather upholstery. So my wife got in with her bling and makeup, and they drove off in a blaze of glory. I went back in to the house and watched old reruns of Gunsmoke and Have Gun Will Travel. That's my story and I'm sticking to it! Yup, that's what I really did. I was in bed reading when she got home. She was still laughing about the stage production, and said some of those guys had really nice butts. Some of them actually looked like me, though, which made me feel better. The finale was hyped up and they were going to show the frontal monty, holding a g-string in one hand and a hat over their crotch. I'm not going to spoil the surprise in case you decide to see the show. It was pretty clever. There was another sizable group of women (in their 30s) in the audience who were celebrating some kind of reunion. They were so raucous and funny that a couple of times the cast forgot their lines and had to start over after stifling their own laughter. I can't say I blame women for enjoying such a spectacle. Many years ago there was a joint on the State Line called the Kon Tiki. I went there with a fraternity brother and his wife, and his cousin, a woman I was dating at the time. One of the dancers came over to our table and gave us the Kon tiki Sneaky Peaky. She was going to sit down on my lap, but my date scared her off. She eventually married another chap, an Air Force officer who was a navigator on one of the refueling tankers we have here. He died earlier this year and my wife and I both attended a wake in his honor at one of his watering holes. I think I will live much longer because my watering hole is in the door of my refrigerator.