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| 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.”
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| 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…
