Grammy Awards Night
Hank and Frank couldn’t understand why their manager didn’t get it–you just can’t go to the Grammy awards night and look “normal . . .”
Hank and Frank couldn’t understand why their manager didn’t get it–you just can’t go to the Grammy awards night and look “normal . . .”
Gerald was stunned: as his girlfriend left , she said she wouldn’t be seen with him until he did something about his personal grooming . . .
Giselle thought they were overreacting; she loved the little fluffy feathers on the back of her head, but she didn’t think of them as “breeding plumage”. She was still looking for a boyfriend, hadn’t yet had a kiss, and the girls she knew were calling this “breeding plumage?” What ever happened to not kissing on the first date?
When Jesse announced that she was going to get into politics and run for office, her mentor and several close friends warned her that it was a down and dirty game, but she had never thought it could get this bad. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Shirlette (middle row , third from left) had anticipated the usual shower, but once again, it had turned into a downpour, flooding everything. The Channel 11 weather man had promised light showers, but, as usual, he was wrong. She wondered if the Truth In Advertising laws might apply; she made a note on her iPhone to email her congressman about it. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Lenny was just coming up on his first year as an adult, mature enough to find a chick and get serious, but who, he wondered, would take seriously some young guy with fly-away breeding plumage? Maybe some styling gel could put a little order in his personal grooming regimen . . . . . David, Sf.G.