Me neither, Arkady. That was a SHOCK! LOL! You have to love those trippy old video type things. Did they have any idea how wacky they would look, say, 40 years later? ; )
Saw that cobble- which sent me to kenny Rodgers singing ain’t no sunshine which led me to Bill Withers. And lean on me. One of my all time favorite songs.
A very attractive lady goes up to a bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the bartender who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face closer to hers. When he does, she begins to gently caress his full beard.
“Are you the manager?” she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands. “Actually, no,” the man replies.
“Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,” she says, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.
“Can’t,” breathes the bartender. “He’s not here. Is there anything I can do?”
“Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message,” she continues, running her forefinger across the bartender’s lips and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.
“What should I tell him?” the bartender manages to say.
“Tell him,” she whispers, “there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room.”
I wanted to lighten the mood
“Supposedly about an LSD high.”
Yes, tripping on acid, much like hanging out in the OT! : P
“I’d never have guessed Kenny Rogers.”
Me neither, Arkady. That was a SHOCK! LOL! You have to love those trippy old video type things. Did they have any idea how wacky they would look, say, 40 years later? ; )
Song was used in the Big Lewbowski…one of my all-time favorite movies!
“Hey, careful, man, there’s a beverage here!”
I’d never have guessed Kenny Rogers.
Saw that cobble- which sent me to kenny Rodgers singing ain’t no sunshine which led me to Bill Withers. And lean on me. One of my all time favorite songs.
dibs – Just dropped in to find out what condition my condition was in. Supposedly about an LSD high. I forget who sang it.
A very attractive lady goes up to a bar in a quiet rural pub. She gestures alluringly to the bartender who comes over immediately. When he arrives, she seductively signals that he should bring his face closer to hers. When he does, she begins to gently caress his full beard.
“Are you the manager?” she asks, softly stroking his face with both hands. “Actually, no,” the man replies.
“Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him,” she says, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.
“Can’t,” breathes the bartender. “He’s not here. Is there anything I can do?”
“Yes, there is. I need you to give him a message,” she continues, running her forefinger across the bartender’s lips and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.
“What should I tell him?” the bartender manages to say.
“Tell him,” she whispers, “there is no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room.”
BSM! ROFL! That’s terrible! Funny, but terrible!