You know, the Karaoke Queen has been remarkably tolerant of my fondness for young females. Especially pretty ones. I’m at that stage of life where I’m essentially harmless, although I bark loud at times. As the Queen knows, all a girl has to do is feed me and hug me up a little and I can be walked around on a leash like a poodle.
So, I’m sure the Queen will just shrug off my latest infatuation… Pamela of Atlas Shrugs. Pamela was just voted Infidel Babe of the Week. She also won the Infidel Bloggers Alliance Golden Balls Award.
My Myrna often said: “Everybody tells me I’ve got brass balls.”
And she did, too. God, you didn’t want to get in a fight with that girl.
Among her other pithy sayings: “I don’t start fights, I end them.”
She wasn’t kidding, either. She’d take on some knucklehead drunk twice her size. Trouble with this was, the big dumb oaf didn’t want to fight with a pretty little thing like Myrna. He’d head straight for me.
I mean, for Christ’s sake, take a look at Pamela’s picture. When I was a young man, I would have made a fool of myself in so many ways for a woman like this. In fact, I made a complete fool out of myself over Myrna, and I don’t regret it.
Sometimes the young women like old fools like me, although I couldn’t tell you why. Sheryl at Ricky’s hair salon seems fond of me. She’s just about the most sumptuous 26 year old Filipina you’re ever likely to see.
Ricky makes a pass at me every time he cuts my hair.
“Just bring your paycheck home to me and I’ll take care of everything for you, honey,” Ricky always tells me.
“He probably would, too,” the Karaoke Queen says.
Since I passed on Ricky, Sheryl’s mom (who shampoos me before I get cut) decided to chime in:
“You know,” she announced to the shop, “my daughter doesn’t have a boyfriend right now.”
Sheryl just about crawled under the chair. She had been applying the paint to my scalp. But, she recovered well, and has since let me know that she wouldn’t mind taking a ride on the Harley.
“I don’t know what in the hell I would do with a 26 year old,” I said to the Karaoke Queen. “Well, I know what I would do with her… I just don’t know what I’d do with her after that.”
“Filipina girls are usually very mature,” the Queen said.
I don’t know why I tell stories like this. Must be I’m just a story teller. As I said, I’m essentially harmless in my dotage. But pictures like that one of Pamela make me wish I could get the old boiler steaming again. And, she’s got brains, too.
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