Wednesday, July 11, 2007


OK, so we’re sitting in the Amsterdam airport and Dan tells me this story. It’s about a neighbor/musical friend of his who caught another neighbor/musical friend of theirs in quite a compromising position. The houses on Chattahoochie Dr. in Atlanta were designed like and probably were slave houses. Big room in the front of the house, dining room with bath off the side and straight back is the kitchen and a door off of THAT is the back screened-in porch. Seems that someone was playing “Breezy” by George Benson and spending an afternoon laid back naked and pleasuring themselves when someone else was about to knock on the front door. OooPs! Think I’ll come back lay-tah’!
What the hell was in THAT head! Oh so wrong!

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