A lady, oh such a lady, came into the shop today. Joanne, says she was married at 16. Lives with 2 punky-looking mama’s boys. Same old stoy, “I tried living alone”, but it’s her job that caught me. Selling edible underware of course. I know you’d guess. Along with ‘other products’ unspecified. I hope they have licorice. Edible panties, really. I was unaware there were any other kind. It seems My Sec[retary] are a little unreliable to open shop for me. Well, Pt Bob’s should cure that. What the hell, an easy life would be murder on me. Socially, this was a great move, I’ve met plenty of possibles – but my preference is still the [phrase deleted] long-legged bitch at the Tsaw Esso. That would be heaven surpassing imagination. I wish I could.
Um, I don’t know how to say this, but there’s an ad in the Sun personal(s) & I think I may respond. I’ll be sticking one inexperienced neck out, but the ad. She want’s a man 25-30 who can dance, like music etc. & she specifies – no wimps. I may have to do this if only to find out what that kind of women would make of me.
[Author’s note : You got me on some of these places, my brother's nickname at the time was "Ka-Bimbo". I eventually got rid of the guy and my reasons are well-documented. He was following me around and causing trouble so I put a stop to it. Forty years ago. I don’t recall the babe at the gas station, but she must have been something.
I do not recall if I answered that ad, but let’s keep posting these ancient pages and maybe we’ll find out. I see some phrases are deleted, but certain types of people always get the wrong idea. Like the word bitch, I would have meant bitchy, a quality in women that does not bother me as long as they are good-looking enough.
Nor have I any idea of the photo is genuine. It came up on a search for something to liven up this page.]
