She's Leavin' Now Cos I Just Heard The Slammin' Of The Door
I ventured through the eye of snow storm Brian yesterday to make it to my destination. It's guy's weekend here in the tiny town of Spread Eagle, WI. We spent the morning putting tip-ups on the ice...filling the propane tanks to grill the porterhouse steaks we bought...we've already made two batches of sausage (bratwurst & spicy italian) and have breakfast sausages on deck to be made.
We're stumbling down memory lane and having a few chuckles. Two tidbits I felt the need to share before I forgot about them:
Bob H was Kevin's neighbor (and first cousin). He spent his spare time working on the beat-up orange truck that was his pride. One Friday night while waiting for Kevin to get ready, Dave and I ventured over to Bob's to give him the business a little.
"We're off to drink a few beers and get laid, Bob"
Bob replied, "Are there going to be any girls there?"
OK, I guess you had to be there.
...here's another classic that crept out of the vaults:
Will putting the sausage casings on the stuffer, a crack about condoms was made. I remembered a classmate named Brad B. He wasn't the most popular guy in our class, nor was he the best looking...but he managed to land himself a very attractive girlfriend our junior year.
One Monday morning, a story surfaced in the hallways that Brad didn't have a condom on Saturday night when he was at his girlfriend's house and cleverly used an empty bread bag to do the deed. The next year and a half, we all referred to Brad as Bunny Bread (a Midwestern bread maker).
...oh Ruby, don't take your love to town!
We're stumbling down memory lane and having a few chuckles. Two tidbits I felt the need to share before I forgot about them:
Bob H was Kevin's neighbor (and first cousin). He spent his spare time working on the beat-up orange truck that was his pride. One Friday night while waiting for Kevin to get ready, Dave and I ventured over to Bob's to give him the business a little.
"We're off to drink a few beers and get laid, Bob"
Bob replied, "Are there going to be any girls there?"
OK, I guess you had to be there.
...here's another classic that crept out of the vaults:
Will putting the sausage casings on the stuffer, a crack about condoms was made. I remembered a classmate named Brad B. He wasn't the most popular guy in our class, nor was he the best looking...but he managed to land himself a very attractive girlfriend our junior year.
One Monday morning, a story surfaced in the hallways that Brad didn't have a condom on Saturday night when he was at his girlfriend's house and cleverly used an empty bread bag to do the deed. The next year and a half, we all referred to Brad as Bunny Bread (a Midwestern bread maker).
...oh Ruby, don't take your love to town!