Boozing boomer lays boom box chick trap

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I just want to thank the single Baby Boomer dude who totally made my day on Saturday at Folly. You don’t know me, but I know you. You’re the guy who was walking around with the travel mug full of booze. The one with the pigskin brown skin and the habit of inviting any young lady that walked to play bocce with you and your gang of elderly lotharios. The one who had a boom box out on the sand playing the latest Top 40 hits like you were a pre-teen school girl; Chris Hansen would like to talk to you, buddy. The reason I want to thank you, man, is because I am not you … and I will never be you. And that makes me really happy. I hope you have fun when Dateline shows up to slap your saggy ass with a beach towel.

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