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| A very groggy Emily woke up Saturday morning with little memory of the booze-soaked night before, but, to both her relief and dismay, Vern the elevator man from her building was on hand in the bathroom to jog her memory! |
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| And so, a scant four months after her brother Tad had run over her feet with the family car, Patty was once again ready to try venturing out again, but this time BEHIND the wheel! |
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| Jonathan Triplett knew he had his work cut out for him if he wanted to be elected as the first gay mayor of Hot Springs, Arkansas, so he enlisted every attention-getting tactic he could dream up, including the Dozen Man March through the principle shopping district. |
4 comments:
That Jonathan, what a flamer!
:::snort::: What about Gerald, just behind him, tying on a jaunty scarf! I'm intrigued by Roger in the red shorts...
What I wouldn't have given to see those runners in person, with all the jiggling and flopping around that must have taken place..... reminds me of my teenage years, when a hairy Italian god/neighbor would run through the streets wearing nothing but those flimsy silky shorts, nothing underneath. It would have been obscene if he hadn't been so gorgeous. I would plant myself on our front porch until he came by, then disappear behind my bedroom door for a while....
Those were definitely the days...! But, even though it's a whole different type of man out there now - chiseled, waxed, probably tattooed, there are still some runners who do their thing shirtless and in flimsy shorts. ;-)
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