Monthly Archives: May 2010

I recently overheard a lady reveal to her companion the following bombshell: I thought that I would join a barber shop quartet for a year–just to see–and I haven’t found the music all that inspiring.  For me, that is. . … Continue reading →

I have known some gentlemen in my life with filthy habits.  Habits that would truly gag a maggot, as my father would say.  As an example, I provide this recollection: I once held a conversation with a particular gentleman who … Continue reading →

The gymnasium’s locker room–when it is taken outside the warm Vaselined lens of a Porky’s film–isn’t very glamourous or exciting atall. In fact, I spend a great deal of my time trying not to let my bare feet touch the floor. … Continue reading →

This evening I was relaxing, sipping some scotch, and listening to Cyndi Lauper–as is my want occasionally–when one particular song popped on.  A song I hadn’t heard since. . . well. . . since a day in the shower at the … Continue reading →

Babs and I recently retreated from the sub-tropical Colonial paradise of St. Lucia after becoming completely fed up with Pina Colodas laced with fresh coconut, sunshine, and sitting in a reclined position–all three being symptoms of the greater ill known … Continue reading →

There are several cures, real or imagined, for over-imbibing.  Last night, someone who this morning could very well have been in need of just such a cure, shared with me her secret hangover preventative action. A- “I was sooo drunk … Continue reading →