The Two Old Geezers

Nothing much to report about myself, other than the 'discovery' of the iPod Nano which I purchased recently to help get me through some of the repetitive work I do during my working day.  It's been wonderful to find that I can actually do more while I listen to stories, live radio and podcasts on the dear little square of black glass created by Apple.

An oldie-but-goodie to keep you entertained until I finish my next story...  (I originally put The Two Old Geezers in my other blog, Eavesdroppings and Stories, last May, and though re-told by me, is not of course my story).  It makes me smile to reflect that if my father had been alive today he would have been holding his sides - just his sort of story.

The Two Old Geezers

Scene

Butch and Sid were in their 80s and reckoned they were close to their last days of going out on the town, so they decided to have a final fling. After quite a few drinks, Sid suggested they carry on to the local brothel.

The madam took one look at the two old geezers and whispered to her manager -

"Go up to the first two bedrooms and put an inflated doll in each bed. These two are so old and drunk, I'm not wasting two my girls on them. They won't know the difference."

The manager did as he was told and the two old men went upstairs and took care of business.

As they were walking home some time later...

Butch: You know Sid, I think my girl was dead.

Sid: Dead? What makes you say that?

Butch: Well she never moved or made a sound all the time I was lovin' her...

Sid: Could be worse, Butch - reckon mine was a witch.

Butch: Hell, what did she do??

Sid: I was makin' love to her, and kissin' her and such, and I gave her a little bite, and then she farted and flew out the window. Dang it, she took my teeth with her too...

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Photo Finish
from Lonicera's non-digital archive


Buenos Aires 1994
- a walk in Palermo park and its environs on a spring day

The glorious jacaranda in full bloom

The blooms of the cockspur coral tree - Erytrina crista galli

known as the ceibo in Argentina, where it is the national flower.

There are canals through the park where you can hire

boats to drift round on lazy Sunday afternoons

under the shade of the ceibos...

Some living statues nearby hoping you'll drop a

coin in the hat, watched avidly by children waiting

for a fly to land on their noses...

The Japanese Garden section

Students idly chatting...

Having a snooze...

This picture was taken at Plaza San Martín,

but I wanted to include it because it made me smile.

The sign says "This park is cared for by the Fortabat Foundation

.... and You." 

I don't think that couple was paying attention...

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