- Jun 19, 2009
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Well, yearning for all the sweet innocence of the "good ol' days" is an attractive fantasy, but I distinctly recall getting laid for the first time in the front seat of my 1950 Ford while the Everly Brothers sang "Kathie's Clown" on the radio. I must have survived this terrible adolescent trauma, because I later married, and now have a daughter who is a happily engaged RN at a hospital, who has bought her own home and planning her wedding in July in Hawaii, with her honeymoon in Thialand.
In the "good ol' days", I was lucky if I could put together enough cash to buy gas to Phillip's 66 in order to put a quarter into the machine in the men's room to buy a condom.
Sheesh, sex talk at a funeral, for shaaame...
btw. it's like a 2 1/2 minute song, lover boy..
Umm.. I am happy for you though, plenty of room in those 50's cars, who needed motels..
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