The Dean Posted October 24, 2008 Posted October 24, 2008 I've been getting emails all day from siblings and childhood friends about this. The guy across the street Mr. McMinnis (not his real name...he was a decent guy and long dead...but a crab.) Used to complain when we played touch football in the street. One day the ball went into his front yard and he took it. I got all pissed off and took his lawn mower over to my yard. I was stubborn and wouldn't budge and he wouldn't either. It became a huge neighborhood thing and my big brother came back from work and negotitiated with his daughter. It culminated with this big meeting in the middle of the street where he gave us back the football and I gave him back his lawn mower, with a commitment from Mr. M not to tell my parents, who probably would have whooped my ass. Great story. A young diplomat, you were.
Just Jack Posted October 25, 2008 Posted October 25, 2008 I want to be the sweet (seemingly) little old man that, in the hospital/nursing home/doctor's office, calls the hot young nurse over and, while she bends down to hear what I am trying to say, I grab her boobs! That's what I see in my future, should I have one. Happens more often than you think.
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