A peek of flesh is different than a peak of flesh. In this case and context, either way works. Very clever, wordsmith. Homonyms rule. Been wanting a tag topper. Thanks for offering them again. And Larry-were you reading or writing them? Wait-you're from Oklahoma.
To everyone about to flood the thread with "the first is on the wrong day" like several other threads I've seen of late; take a moment and see the calandet it self. The white square. It says 1953 not 1932 which leads to believe this is a mock up photo and you should all calm the fuck down.
This jogged memories from when I was a paperboy,(age 12/16) Milwaukee Wi. Early 60's. Apparently young women thought I was blind or they were teasing me (Big Time) when I would knock on door to collect weekly $ for the paper, VERY eye opening to say the least, had one customer, about 20, usually drunk would invite me in out of the cold and grab my crotch, scared the hell out of me at the time, But did loose my virinity on that route at age 14 to a customer's daughter age 16. More memories, very short time, Champion Chicken delivery boy and on one Saturday night had a young woman answered door naked and said " If this isn't worth $12 what is" worked short while at a gas station, old days, short skirts, we washed the windshields, women would tease you when you were checking them out. Got a union job at grocery store in High school, made a lot of $, but no stories of this type come to mind. Love these type of threads, brings back things haven't thought about in a Long time,Thanks ! Ryan
Not to be ungrateful as I can attest that when I got my topper from the previous run, I indeed stood taller. But a run of shift knobby knobs would be better than delivering the pepperoni pie to 3 horned up Cougars.
I do sometimes as well... But honestly, they were so much effort for so many people and, at the end of the day, they don't put food on the table. Being a one man show, I really have to budget my time and resources. Talk about effort. I think the last batch we did took 6 months to create.
A little risqué. Time to practice making babies. It was 1965. Us guys hung out as 11 to 13 yr olds who ruled the small village we grew up in.
We of course talked about keeping the money buying pop and cigarettes that would last us months but we decided to return it hoping we would get a reward.
Four of us found the house address walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. The door opened slowly and there stood a beautiful girl in her little negligée. About 18 yrs old. She thank us politely and offered a reward. Of course our thoughts went elsewhere and told her no we couldnt receive anything from her. I forgot all about this until Ryan brought this up.
Definitely understandable. The old calendars were in a league all their own and to the point where my wife would even let me hang them in the house! I still have many of the old prints on display in the garage. Thank you for all you do for the hot rod community!
Me and my honey play that game. I walk in the door, ask if she ordered the delux or pepperoni because my paperwork is off and its on !
good story Ryan. i love a story that leaves a lot to the imagination......like what type of topping on the pizza? what was he driving to do deliveries? if he got a tip?
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