3/17/17 - All Forgets Are ... Wait! How Does That Go Again?

Bonnie (a.k.a., Dog), Cash, Mike (new guy), Panama, SB, Tango

This particular day was marked with the quaint intimacy (stop giggling) of a small group, especially with one honorary member under the table, keeping a smile on Pastor’s face. On several (or one, if we don’t want to exaggerate) occasions, in fact, Bonnie (Panama’s dog) bid for coitus with the holy leg. Her advances were met with tepid resentment. Alas, she turned her libido toward Cash’s 16 ½ foot rod, and Pastor went home solo.

Wait! Why am I doing this if not to exaggerate?!

A Public Service Announcement: After Scribe left a voicemail for Cash, and a related inquiry was met with a blank stare, we uncovered that Cash recently has resorted to exchanging all messages via carrier pigeon. Correction … carrier pterodactyl … carrying clay tablets.

After a pitcher or so of beer, Panama bid everyone farewell, retired in his back seat, and awoke at 1 AM with his car coasting down PGA Boulevard.

For sake of note, Mike, Panama’s mover, is married to a dollar sign.

And the Table 14 mantra for the week is a mini-poem:

First one’s free, 
But you gotta show up again to pay for me!