Nostalgia

Discussion in 'Humor, Jokes, Etc.' started by Banacek, Jun 14, 2016.

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  1. Mr. Joyboy

    Mr. Joyboy

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    Nothing says the holidays like...

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  2. genius

    genius

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    The real problem is when you no longer remember the era.
  3. yarno

    yarno

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    LOL! I love it. Although I probably could have done without the reminder that I am indeed able to remember the era.
  4. Banacek

    Banacek SAM I am

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    Dating in 1958

    You need to be able to remember the era to really enjoy this.

    It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1958 and Fred had a date with Peggy Sue. He arrived at her house and rang the bell.

    "Oh, come on in!" Peggy Sue's mother said as she welcomed Fred in. "Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink? Lemonade? Iced tea?"

    "Iced tea, please," Fred said. Mom brought the iced tea.

    "So, what are you and Peggy planning to do tonight?" she asked.

    "Oh, probably catch a movie, and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the malt shop, maybe take a walk on the beach."

    "Peggy likes to screw, you know," Mom informed him.

    "Uh...really?" Fred replied, with raised eyebrows. "Oh, yes!" the mother continued. "When she goes out with her friends, that's all they do!"

    "Is that so?" asked Fred, incredulous.

    "Yes," said the mother. "As a matter of fact, she'd screw all night if we let her!"

    "Well, thanks for the tip," Fred said as he began thinking about alternate plans for the evening.

    A moment later, Peggy Sue came down the stairs looking pretty as a picture wearing a pink blouse and full circle skirt, and with her hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. She greeted Fred.

    "Have fun, kids," the mother said as they left.

    Half an hour later, a completely disheveled Peggy Sue burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.

    "The Twist, Mom!" she angrily yelled at her mother. "The damned dance is called the Twist."