Lady Wonder Wench looked at the podcast about holding hands, and she said this:
Call it what you want, Big Boy, holding hands is just that – holding my hand(s) to keep me from socking you when you get abnormally “fresh”. Well, I don’t know if fresh is the right word. More like, unhand me, villain, or I will call my brother. Of course, when I said that, my brother was in Viet Nam. He would have come to help, though – I think.
Actually, as far as I am concerned, hands are exquisitely wonderful. His hands …
I am a lucky guy.