Dick Summer Connection

Today’s podcast uses the power of suggestion to rub your back. Try it. You’ll like it.

There are good days and bad days. Good cops and bad cops. Today’s podcast can help make this a good day. It’ll give you a real back rub. Try it. 

Monday’s are murder. Terrible way to spend 1/7th of your life. Nothing like a back rub to make you smile. There’s one in today’s podcast.

Had a good back rub lately? Today’s podcast will give you a finger less back rub, and I think you’ll enjoy it. 

In my book Staying Happy Healthy And Hot, I’ve been telling you about the Louie Louie Generation. I like to  tell you about it in my podcasts too. Louie Louie-hood has lots of benefits. Louie Louie Generation guys are often the bedmates of choice of supermodels, lovely, lusty, lady chief executives, and Catherine Zeta-Jones look-alikes. That’s because we treat our women with lots of love and lots of lovely lust, we have some pretty good life stories to tell, and we don’t mind telling them, and many of us have paid off our nice cars and sometimes even our boats and private airplanes. We’re guys with double doses of attitude and gratitude. 

Behold a Pimple Person’s idea of parking his car. I explained Pimple People in my book Staying Happy Healthy And Hot. Louie Louie lads and ladies face a daily struggle for respect, recognition, and happiness against both the insolent forces of the sad and clueless Pimple People and the Drab and Dreadful Drones who have gone over to the dork side. The world is overrun with Pimple People. Many of them wear their baseball caps sideways, drive spikes through their tongues, and

wear their jeans low enough so that when they walk away they leave us with a parting nasty crack. The Drab and Dreary Drones should know better. They’ve been around. But they just keep going around…and around…and around. They slouch through life, drenched in TV, slogging through soggy relationships, and settling for dimmed-down dreams. They
wouldn’t know a fun house if they lived in one. 

The main point of my book, Staying Happy Healthy And Hot is that Louie-Louie Generation guys and girls may not look like the people in the beer commercials anymore with their fancy abs and perky breasts, but we have lots of surprises in store for folks who think we’re just left over chunks
of luke warm meat. We know that he who dies with the most toys, wins. But our attitude is why envy that guy? He doesn’t get to play with his toys. He’s dead. So instead of getting grumpy and old, we’re
grateful that we have our own nice toys to play with. That’s called the Louie Louie Generation attitude/gratitude connection. Here’s how it works: Happiness helps us stay healthy. And happy healthy people are hot. And hot is sexy. And sexy makes us happy. It works. Most of the time. And that’s why my book is called Staying Happy Healthy And Hot. Among other things, it explains this guys attitude: 

As I explained in my book Staying Happy Healthy And Hot,..”Once upon a time, in what now seems like a long, long, time ago, every generation lived in what they called the “old days.” In those “old days,” everybody got old. Worn out. Crunchy. Wrinkled. Yeeechh. That may be why they were called the “old days.” But as Bob Dylan said, “The Times They Are A Changin’.” So move over you Baby Boomers and Millennials, and all the rest of the generations of the past. We are the brand new Louie-Louie Generation, and we are ‘beyond your command.” We are the Louie Louie generation. It has nothing to do with how long you’ve been alive, it’s about how well you’ve been alive. We don’t believe in crossing streets like this:

Today’s podcast explains why Louie Louie Generation guys and girls aren’t fond of hospitals. One reason is that we know a hospital bed is like a parked taxi with the meter running. Especially when you’re in the expensive care unit. That’s where they keep the pay bed pans. Another thing…you’ve really got to guard your rear end while you’re walking around in one of those hospital gowns, because you’re in enema country. But if you can keep your sense of humor in a hospital, you can see some funny thing. For example, there was a button on the bed with a sign that said, “Push button for nurse.” I kept thinking, “Wow, that’s better than the dating web-sites. Just push the button and a nurse shows up. A little like rub the magic lamp for the genie.” Gotta be nice to the nurses because they call the shots.

Today’s new podcast is about sitting here in my big, comfortable, manly, black leather poppa chair again. I was sitting in a hospital bed for a couple of days this week. Don’t worry. It was just kind of a glorified tummy ache. They said, “You’re suffering from acid reflux.” Right. Of course I was suffering from it, what else was I supposed to do with it. I didn’t want to go to the hospital, but I went when my Lady Wonder Wench mentioned that my breathing was coming in short pants, and she rather emphatically pointed out it was supposed to be coming from my lungs. Actually…I was really hurting. But like most Louie Louie Generation guys, unless we are in an actual coma, have a hole about the size of a basketball in our chests and we’re out of blood, we don’t want anything to do with hospitals.