Posted: Wed Jan 28, 2009 11:03 am Post subject: The Screw
It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1960 and Fred had a date with Sue. He arrived at her house and rang the bell.
"Oh, come on in!" Sue's mother said as she welcomed Fred in. "Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink? Lemonade? Tea?"
"Tea, please," Fred said. Mom brought the tea..
"So, what are you and Sue planning to do tonight?" she asked.
"Oh, probably catch a film, and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the Wimpy Bar, maybe take a walk on the beach..."
"Sue likes to screw, you know," Mom informed him.
"Really?" Fred replied; eyebrows rose.
"Oh yes," the mother continued. "When she goes out with her friends, that's all they do!"
"Is that so?" asked Fred, incredulous. "Yes," said the mother. "As a matter
Of fact, she'd screw all night if we let her!"
"Well, thanks for the tip!" Fred said as he began thinking about alternative
plans for the evening.
A moment later, Sue came down the stairs looking pretty as a picture wearing a pink blouse and a hoop skirt, and with her hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail.
She greeted Fred.
"Have fun, kids!" the mother said as they left.
Half an hour later, a completely dishevelled Sue burst into the house and
slammed the front door behind her.
"The Twist, Mom!" she angrily yelled to her mother in the kitchen. "The f*****g dance is called the Twist!"
I remember it...You are showing your age there Sir Rik with that statement... I too was wondering it that was where this was heading... _________________ "Until one has loved an animal, a part of one's soul remains unawakened." - Anatole France
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