So I’m In This Bar…

So I’m In This Bar…

I was batting cleanup for the Yankees at the time. I was wearing my Congressional Medal of Honor over my Marks and Spencer suit and flashing a bit of cash. I couldn’t have attracted more women if I was a bonbon factory having a day-old sale.

And then this bowlegged Italian-looking guy about three feet tall comes in.

I imagine I’ll feel that alone again two weeks after they bury me.

(Thanks to Mr. Arthur for reminding us of Fangio)

5 thoughts on “So I’m In This Bar…

  1. I once had a husband who called me Juan Fangio – because of my driving skills, not because I’m short and bowlegged.

  2. Roll Bars are for sissies (or those with defined-benefit pension plans)!

    Charles466

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