|It's a happening place!|
Another birthday, another year, Donna June sighed, as her husband talked about yesterday’s football game. “Oh, boy, sweetie!” He had said. “We’ll go out for dinner!”
For Big Jim, dinner could only mean Home Town Buffet with cheap bountiful food, seconds and thirds, no questions asked. He handed her his keys with a big guffaw as he paid. “These pants won’t fit after eating tonight! It’s rib night.”
|It's Rib Night!|
As quickly as a pig racing to the feed trough, Big Jim was in the line with Dave from work, laughing. As she wandered around the salad station, she realized that Dave had a huge butt. In fact, each buttock was the size of a Halloween pumpkin. Big Jim was nearly the same, perhaps each buttock the size of Easter ham.
She placed the salad plate on the table and wrote a short sweet note to Big Jim. “You can hitch a ride from Dave…” Donna June walked to the truck and revved it up. A movie was playing, one that Big Jim had ridiculed as “…some dumb love story…you know I hate those…”
Well, Jim, we all hate something…