The Very First Thing Hugh Hefner Saw After His Arrival In Hell
- Donald R. McClarey
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 43 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
Once he gets over that shock, Muhammad can show him around the place.
The problem with that restaurant is when your plate is delivered all the food is gone.
Guess they still have to keep six feet apart.
If a Catholic owned Hooters, would they close locations on Fridays in Lent? Oh, wait a second, sorry, I lost the thread of reality.
Don-Are you referring to the doors that are shut? Guy
[funny what you notice first as your hair grays]
They’re not wearing masks
Those girls would probably love their man a whole lot better than the narcissistic and vain Playboy models who have to exercise 2 to 3 hours a day in the gym, and restrict every calorie they eat.
I will also add: not single darn one of the Playboy models can compare with my 59 year old Filipina wife. And as a former submarine sailor, I have seen them all (at least from the 70s and 80s).
Those girls would probably love their man a whole lot better than the narcissistic and vain Playboy models who have to exercise 2 to 3 hours a day in the gym, and restrict every calorie they eat.
You might well be correct Paul. Personally myself when I was dating I always preferred intelligent, healthy looking ladies with some meat on their bones. The emaciated look never appealed to me.
I think there’s some distance between ‘meat on bones’ and that crew. Two or three of those women qualify as morbidly obese. If the women I’ve know are any guide, obesity on that level requires at least one of these two: compulsive eating (one woman I know of was, per co-workers, always accompanied by a bag of cheese doodles) or astonishingly sedentary behavior. Sleeping only overnight, taking a daily constitutional, walking to work or to errands when possible, and sticking to regular mealtimes might suffice to keep your BMI under 40.
(Coincidentally, heard this on the car radio today. Changed the station, but still…)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTxsDZYX2Q0
In a similar vein with Quotermeister, I recall a [I think] Calypso/Jamaican song from the 1960’s that went something like this, “If you would be happy for the rest of your life, never make a pretty woman your wife . . . ”
My case [the Warden doesn’t read blogs] she isn’t the most attractive woman I dated, she’s the best person. I say that even though she was expelled from the gestapo for cruelty. Just don’t cross her.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ql4p7ipnFWE
Fat people have to earn a living, too. And all of that exercise they will get on the job walking back & forth carrying dishes & their extra body weight—will be good for their health. They may completely leave the plus size category if they work enough. I have walked 30 pounds off in the past.
I don’t imagine Hooters is the only place you can earn a living waiting tables.
There’s meat on bones, then there’s suet. (And I say that as a guy who’d sizzle a lot if cooked.)