Today I drove by the beach where my wife was, and I hung my head out the window and whistled at her.
But she didn't hear me.
The person who did hear me was the beefy guy facing the street, who was getting his muscles oiled up by his little girlfriend. He was not pleased with my whistling. He stared me down and watched as I drove away.
He was probably worried his girlfriend would run off with you and there would be no one to oil his muscles anymore. And what is life without anyone to oil your muscles?ReplyDelete