Angeline
Poet Chick
- Joined
- Mar 11, 2002
- Posts
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That's her storytelling: Golly, Ken. You hurt me, really hurt me, with that accusation. You should know those cash advances were for Skipper's ballet lessons!
Hey. You're way more sophisticated than me, Ms. East Coast. I mean, conga drummers.
'Nuff said. But,
Am I showing my age if I groove on Barb's Doris Day 'do? I hope not, but y'know, maybe I'm on a Sentimental Journey.
The conga drummer (his name was Alex; at least I remember his name!) moved like a cat. I remember watching him play and thinking his movements were so rhythmic, and well it gave me impure thoughts.
I remember that little bob hairdo so well. Now when I see it on a woman I think it makes her look like a Romulan.