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…”
I once had a husband who called me Juan Fangio – because of my driving skills, not because I’m short and bowlegged.
Now that’s how a real man drives a real racing car.
Roll Bars are for sissies (or those with defined-benefit pension plans)!
Charles466
Would that be a Nomex T-shirt? I hope so because Juan can’t be too careful.
That’s a terrible joke.
Wish I’d made it.
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