Dick Summer Connection

Why can’t I use some of the words that I used to love any more? Like “Hey foxy lady, “let’s check out the submarine races and then beat feet to the passion pit for some hanky panky, because you’ve got such a classy chassie and I want to be your stud muffin.” I grew up speaking an ancient language like that. Today’s podcast proclaims, “I’m not old. Really. In my head I’m 25 plus shipping and handling. Gotta admit…lots of handling.” Different people handle things differently. For example here’s how they do it in Maine:

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