Saturday, May 11, 2013
Small-bore
When Nancy and Babs
got back from Vegas, they
hinted at debauchery. Bad
stomachs would have been
closer to the mark, hav-
ing twice ingested mammoth
Two for Ones at the Whammo
Western Steak Emporium.
They finally admitted
to their intimate, Eileen,
of mildest flirtations
with Carlos, the cute
towel boy at the Pool
Bash the hotel threw.
(New bikinis, though, making
them feel bloated throughout.)
At any rate, the village gossips,
once having revved up, lusted
after juicier game than
these two girlscouts. They
demolished a few, but their
leader passed during her last
militant watch. After a year,
the groundskeeper, after des-
pairing of brown splotches
resistant to anything, covered
the grave with astroturf.
Labels: debauchery, gossip, indigestion, Vegas
