<p>Golf if “flog” spelled backwards. It’s named “golf” because the other four-letter words are taken.</p>
<p>Jym…did you read to the <em>end</em> of Dodd’s post?</p>
<p>Dodd’sDad, nice bit of jiu-jiitsu, playing against expectations. Of course, being a wary practitioner of same…</p>
<p>Well if nothing else, doddsdad cleared out whatever kids were still lurking on this thread (nausea factor) :)</p>
<p>Personally, I can’t decide which type of innuendo humor gives me the bigger chuckle, the ones that appear to be naughty but aren’t, or the ones that appear to be completely innocent, but aren’t. (Dean Martin seemed to excel at both and his show always made me roar.)</p>
<p>Golf joke:</p>
<p>A trio of golfers approached their club pro with a problem. They needed a fourth - a person with good vision. The three were very near-sighted and had difficulty seeing where their ball landed. The pro assured them that he could find someone, and to come back at their usual Saturday time.</p>
<p>On Saturday, the three eagerly met with the pro to be introduced to their fourth. The pro brought out a wrinkled old man of 90. The three were beside themselves and asked the pro if he was sure this man could see. Yes, yes, the pro reassurred, the man had vision like an eagle. </p>
<p>With some doubt, the three agreed to try the old man and set off to the first green. Nearsighted man #1 approached the tee and swung. Immediately, they turned to the old man and asked if he saw where the ball had landed. The old man assured them that yes, he did indeed see where it landed. They asked where the ball was. The old man paused, then said, “I don’t remember.”</p>
<p>No good golf jokes, sorry, but here’s another “Oh my gosh, what has my kid done now???” recollection.</p>
<p>One S peaked in Pre-school - at age 4, the girls just loved him and one in particular, a little girl from China - I’ll call her Jen – literally followed him around everywhere.</p>
<p>Over dinner one night, S blithely remarked that he had seen Jen’s bottom at school.</p>
<p>We casually asked where that had occurred.</p>
<p>“In the bushes on the playground.”</p>
<p>“In the bushes? Why were you in the bushes?”</p>
<p>“Because it was a good place to hide so she could pull down her pants to show me her bottom.”</p>
<p>Trying to maintain calm, I asked “Well, why would she even want to do that?”</p>
<p>He replied, matter-of-factly, “Because I asked her to.”</p>
<p>At this point, I’m starting to tense up, “You didn’t touch it, did you?”</p>
<p>'No," he replied and then took a bite of food. After swallowing, he said" I didn’t touch it, Mom" then proudly, “I poked it with a stick.”</p>
<p>The next afternoon, I asked his teacher to keep a special watch over S and his friend, Jen, and told her what they had been up to.</p>
<p>Then the teacher said, “Oh, that explains what happened earlier today.”</p>
<p>Earlier?, I thought, horrified. NOW what did he do?</p>
<p>She went on…"During lunch, all the little boys were sitting together at one table and Jen was the only girl sitting with them. The boys were ignoring Jen and she appeared to be feeling left out. I went over to the group and asked that they include Jen in their conversation. One boy said, “But we don’t like Jen.” And the other boys agreed.
The teacher looked at Jen and then at the boys and said “How do you think that makes Jen feel? I think you should all try to say something nice to her.”
Finally, my S finally piped up, trying to be kind… “We don’t like Jen very much. But we like her body.”</p>
<p>Animals even then…</p>
<p>OMG
I will tell my D who is teaching at a summer science camp and has 4 year olds this week to keep an eye out.
It is in the Udistrict- which isn’t always the greatest neighborhood and so I was questioning her about security/fences and the like- but I didn’t even think about the natural tendencies of children!</p>
<p>Thedad-
yes, I read Doddads post. He did ultimately turn the conversation around to a play on words about foursomes. But, it was in response to discussions about threesomes (or, to clarify, asking him if he and his wife were into threesomes)which, IMO, doesn’t belong here. I am no prude, but that’s just a bit unnecessary here. Just my $.02</p>
<p>oh curmudge- I was gonna tell you about an Elvis sighting last week.
He was seen at WholeFoods doing his own grocery shopping! ( no word on what was in his basket)</p>
<p>I admit stuff must just go over my head- although I am not as dense as my sister who think Shakespeare and the Greeks only wrote pure and virginal verse ;)</p>
<p>ek4, wouldn’t elvis be stocking up on “sum peanut butter un sum banana sammiches”. Fried.</p>
<p>Only if he’s singing “I like to oot ooples and boonoonies.”</p>
<p>no dat a different elvis mon!
I was referencing the Alison Elvis- I figured you were talking Elvis Costello- ( his wife is from this area)</p>
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<p>Diana Krall or Priscilla?</p>
<p>his current wife ( Im in Seattle)
I guess she isn’t from here ( just a tad north she is from vancouver) but she has been around so long I thought she was.</p>
<p>Jym, I did read it as turning it around, I read it as a long set-up for shaggy threesome story. </p>
<p>I’d tell the one about Big John, which by all accounts my Dad once made last from L.A. to Phoenix by car but I don’t have the time right now.</p>
<p>the dad–
Yeah-- doddsdad wrote a verrrrrrry long set up for his double entendre. I still feel the original discussion of couples and threesomes was over the top. Ok, 'nuf said.</p>
<p>Happy Hour guys, Happy Hour. Perhaps tonight we should go right to the single malt, if we can find any…</p>
<p>ek4, I’m soooo sorry. My brain was as fried as one of the King’s sandwiches. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Where did I put that hair shirt? Jeez. How lame is that? I can’t even follow a thread because I can’t remember from one day to the next who we are talking about. Aaaargh. I don’t really care for virtual scotch, single malt or otherwise. How about a Geo. Dickel with a coca -cola chaser.</p>
<p>O.K. we are in a bar how about this for a topic- Best drink ever served you in a bar. Total experience. Place, drink, ambience. I’ll start. The American Bar-Paris, bluesy music, pseudo-motorcycle, leather jacket, Left Bank Marlboro smoking Sartre intellectuals, not a single 'Merican except me and W in sight , I ordered a double vodka and tonic. I got a collins glass nearly full of vodka , a tumbler of ice, and my own small bottle of Schweppes Indian Tonic Water that was different than what we get in the States
(or so I told myself for whatever the price was-$8-$10 or so and this was 1984 or 5). Gee- it was great drink, and the evening just hung on till first light and a cab ride to the Raphael.</p>
<p>smoking?
That would kill europe for me right there-
I see how much they smoke in those French movies 
You might like this place- but it is a tavern not a bar</p>
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<p>Being in Sinner’s Alley is just like watching a French movie - you can see the smoke, but you can’t smell it.</p>
<p>Virtual Sinner’s Alley…sans the smoke! <a href=“http://www.platosbar.com/index.htm[/url]”>http://www.platosbar.com/index.htm</a></p>
<p>EK, I’ll join you in the non-smoking section.</p>