I don’t have much to say right now. I have to dig a trench, and shortly after, go to bed. In the meantime, just two things come to mind. Will Larry Carriere lose his job when Rick Dudley comes aboard?
And the day I saw my first set of real boobs.
I stood on my bike at the back of the ladies change room down at the park in Orillia, and I looked through the screen window at an older woman changing, only about three feet away. There they were. Real boobs. That was a big day for me. I’d only seen them in magazines. And even though the lady was older and overweight, she had lovely bosom. The best bosom in the history of the world.
I bonded with that lady that day.
It was only when Carol Montgomery, who was in my class and wanted to become a nun some day, caught me watching and screamed blue murder, and I scrambled off.
That was a good day. I’ve thought about it often.
Now, if you’re a guy, think back and remember when you saw your first boobs.
And what about that Carriere/Dudley thing?