Ralph Lewis, Professor of Management and Human Resources College of Business California State University, Long Beach Long Beach, California,
>Most of the women in the gym I go to would do some real damage if they hit
Aaaah, to be reduced to quivering jelly by the leggy bronzed hard-bodies of Long Beach. (He mused wistfully.) "I swear, they never laid a hand on me, your Honor, though Heidi's erect and barely concealed nipples could be considered deadly weapons in the wrong hands."
Makes you wonder, what sort of arrested development here on the flextropian list could conjure up a thread about dysfunctional mating rituals, the face-slapping of jerks, and a taser-zapping finale to dinner and a brush-off.
But, oh, the ageless verities. It's still the same old story, a fight for love and glory, a case of goo or ai. (Thank you, Damien.)
Reminds me of an incident from my army days. One of the guys in my platoon got hauled off by the MP's one Saturday night, after he got drunk and started throwing rocks at the women's barracks.
At formation the next morning, Top (that's our first sargeant, or "top" sargeant), a short, pudgy black guy, kind of like a black Rodney Dangerfield, one of that blessed breed of men (and women), the natural amateur comedian in our midst, who brings a smile to the face of all within earshot, and never one to cast aside a comedic nugget--Top sought the help of any who might have influence with our wayward comrade-in-arms, any who might help to cure him of his errant ways, any who might bring him back into the fold as it were, and so, Top urged us to speak to him and set him straight:
"Somebody needs to tell Razzle Dazzle,"
The soldier's name was Randazzo, but Top always referred to him as Razzle Dazzle,
"that he ain't gonna get any by throwin' rocks at it."
Best, Jeff Davis
"Everything's hard till you know how to do it." Ray Charles