Harry Krause wrote:
wrote:
Harry Krause wrote:
wrote:
Harry Krause wrote:
Lars Johansson wrote:
"Harry Krause" wrote in message
...
I had an hour to kill Sunday night before my flight back to the states,
so I plopped down in the Honolulu airport bar ...
I did not know that Hawaii had left the Union (yet).
/Lars J


Ahh, yes, well, then, the contiguous States...
Harry, they just aren't bright enough to figure out that you meant the
mainland.


I'm too lazy to write down to the grammar school reading level of
Robbins, Fritz, Hertvik, Herring, Smithers, et al. Sorry. But I think
Lars here was just fooling a bit in a good-natured way.

Sadly, I'll never be able to duplicate my Miss Hawaiian Tropics babes
encounter, because I cannot remember what aftershave I was wearing at
the time. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.

Actually, the girls seemed like very nice young ladies, and they were
kidding each other about the "week of perfect posture" they'd just been
through. I was saddened by the fact that they didn't seem to have any
sort of career in mind for the inevitable post-bikini days, and were not
attending college.


Any truth to the rumor that over on the website:
www.wewonatriptohawaii.com
there's a posting from some young girls reporting they met a "harmless
old man, who reminded a few of us of our grandfathers," at a local
watering hole? :-)

I would bet a bundle that as we older guys look at shapely young women
with
faces like starlets and shimmering hair we often indulge certain
fantasies, but should we catch them stealing a furtive glance at our
hip pockets their typical motivation is wondering how much money is in
the wallet (and/or the bank).



Well, sure. Especially if your looks are all you have to offer. That's
why I was a little sad for them. They were gorgeous to be sure, but that
ain't gonna last.

One of the bitchiest people I ever knew was a 50-something woman who
had won some 2nd rate local beauty pageants in her late teens. Her
looks faded, but her attitude didn't. I hear she tried to relive her
former glory by running her daughter through the pageant mill. Poor
kid.

The older I get, the more I realize that the potentially sexiest organ
in the female body just might be the brain.