so, jimmy, the wife and kids left in the mini-van for a day at grandma's...and about 20 minutes later, these fine young ladies show up on your beach furniture. So, of course, I snapped a photo, and am posting on my blog. what is this all about? are they business consultants? not-quite-so-old friends from college? or just maybe, three crazy gold digging chicks looking to bleed an old married guy, long past a prime he never had, out of every last penny he has stashed away? not that i care, but i did notice the ladies disappeared shortly after your cell phone rang and shortly before the old "ball and chain" pulled into the driveway. coincidence, or one sick and twisted old man? jimmy, they don't love you. oh, and what is up with the holes in the bottom of their feet? never mind, i don't want to know.
oh yeah, and i'll bet grandma would love to know that this little Spring Break Beach Party is what you meant by, "sorry nammy, can't make it out to see you today with the family, i need to stay home to fix a leaking sump pump hose...big leak, big all-day job...miss you, love you."
jimmy, jimmy, jimmy...love?
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