Some Idiots are smarter
than other Idiots. Those that have been over the hill for some time. are the
worst.
She opened the front
door and said, come in, but to leave all the wet things on the steps. So, that
is where I left my clothing. There were
a number of ladies playing poker and they all came running with towels to dry
me off and warm me up.
With all the giggling
and excitement with the pushing and shoving, and once they thought they had done
a good job. They all stood back to look at what they had, It was hard to say
what they were thinking with the ahw’s and the ews. But there was still
something there that resembled a man. A pot belly, that hung low. A bald head,
bowed legs, a small amount of hair on the chest and it was alive.
The ladies were each
taking their turn, having poker parties at their homes, and I was invited as a
special guest at each one. I was expected to participate in something like a
wet T-shirt contest with the ladies.
This was fine, until some of the girls wanted to get more involved. There
were times when it required several weeks to recover. I was even hospitalized a
few times.
Some dreams end a lot
sooner than others and it is good that this one ended. Another week or so. they
would have been grieving at a grave site.
My next dream was about
the IRS, (Who said that things are never so bad that they can’t be
worse?) If the IRS wants to talk with you, don’t say a thing, agree with
whatever they say. Leave your wife at home if you have one, if you do, she will
have plenty to say to you at home.
Time to wake up and get
with the program. Now what was it we were going to do? You go ahead and start,
I’ll be with you in a moment or two.
By: Ben R.
Jan. 6, 2013
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