What is it about the seventy-plus generation and packing for a trip? How many suitcases full of bathing suits and light summer wear does one need for a month.Share on Facebook
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Girl Friends Dinner—AUTHOR UNKNOWN
A group of 15-year-old girlfriends discussed where to meet for dinner.Finally, they agreed to meet at the B-town burgers next to the Ocean View restaurant because they had only $6.00 among them and Jimmy Johnson, the cute boy in Social Studies, lived on that street.Share on Facebook
The noise level in the bus meant for children and not normal size adults was simply deafening. There were many heated conversations going on, not one of which I could understand. I would have liked to hear what the teacher said about our destination but it was impossible. A sandwich piece sailed by my head. We were in for a very long ride………..Share on Facebook
Joe, the money-manager says, “The number one non-necessity item that people are cutting back on in these economic hard times . . . vacations.” sigh. But hey, let’s look on the bright side . . .Who needs a respite from the stress of the current gloom and doom financial forecast when relief is right here in our own backyard?Share on Facebook
My newly single friend says that in order to catch the attention of a “b-town betty” (Slang for an attractive female, sort of on par with hottie.) one must “dress” the part of cool single guy to hang with his homies. His watering hole of choice is the The Tin Room, where locals congregate after/before dinner for a look-see. Visions of Steve Martin’s, “I’m a wild and crazy guy,” pop into my head. However, my single friend says, the “wild and crazy guy” persona does not suit him. “What kind of “Betty” are you looking for?” I ask him. How about an “ugly Betty” with a winning personality?Share on Facebook
While perusing the shops of B-town the other day, I stumbled across a lightpost laying across the sidewalk. Hold on, what’s this and why isn’t it standing up like the other lightposts?
As I looked about for crushed and damaged cars or heaven forbid people, I see nothing that gives me an indication of what happened. I’m ready to offer my assistance in First Aid or perhaps use the “Kiss of Life” (hopefully the stranger is handsome,) but spy no one. There are no suspicious customers on the scene, in fact the streets are surprisingly empty for this time of day.