Why am I suddenly having dreams about getting it on with aging celebrities? This time I got busy with Patrick Swayze (circa 1989, Road House).
At least it wasn't the sickly Swayze (God bless him, I wish him the best of health! I just don't want to hit that.)
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I was helping my boss go through boxes of donated books the other day. She held up this book:
Boss: The Welshman's Way, huh? I wonder what is the Welshman's way?
Me: The usual. Tender brute force.
