Charlie, Hubie, and Chris had taken the dare to be the first to climb to the top of the about-to-open thistle and get back down between classes. They seemed to lack the spirit of cooperation–a problem with mixed signals between them. “Sorta like the Executive Branch of government and the Legislative Branch,” opined one wag . . .
Ginger wished that just once she could go into a country bar, do a little line dancing, and not have some guy use the old (worn completely out) pick up line “Say, Y’all the Yellow Rose of Texas?” What was wrong with being from Nashua, New Hampshire, and why should she always have to explain?
Sadly, the day before the big choral concert, the entire choir came down with strep throat . . .
Igor and Jose were wrestlers: Igor (top) was known as “The Yellow Peril” and Jose (bottom) went by the title “The Rainbow Avenger”. After a recent appearance on one of the ESPN channels featuring the new sport of insect wrestling, they were inundated with e-mails claiming that wrestling–whether insect, mud wrestling, or any other type of wrestling–was fake. “Don’t let it bug you,” said their coach; “the girls still like you, and the checks seem to be clearing . . .”
It was all you can eat, and the price was right, but the menu was somewhat limited–no pizza, chocolate, or beer, the building blocks for a balanced diet . . .
Gretchen knew her sometimes boyfriend Donny considered himself a romantic, but wished he would quit humming the music to the old rock tune “Whiter Shade of Pale” or at least get the tune right . . .
