Day CXXVll

Round da Maypole

    Smokers do all kinds of demeaning things for a smoke. Some beg complete strangers. Some steal from their pals, or family, for a smoke; and some borrow,
which is really kind of dumb. It isn’t really a loan. How do you return a butt which you smoked up? In a rut, some of us will turn our homes upside down looking for
a smoke. We’ll look under beds; living room furniture; in ash trays; search our clothes hanging in the closet, and go through every pocket looking for a smoke.

    One summer, when we were teens, at the Astoria city pool; we sat there on the steps, watching girls stroll back, and forth in their cute little bikinis. Suddenly two
lovely young ladies walked by, they stopped, and one says to the other:

      “Here let me smooth out your suit, it’s all messed up in the back!”

     She trustingly stood in front of her pal, as the other proceeded to smooth out the sides of her suit. She gently moved her hands up and down her sides, then
she slid her hands to the back, and gently pulled her suit into a wedgie, exposing her lovely ass. Where upon she grinned, and said:

     “There now, you look so much better!”

     “Damn, yo…lookit det!” one guy pointed.

     “Haw haw haw haw…who ho hoooo!” everybody cracked up.

    Her friend went into a state of shock, maybe thinking, oh no she didn’t. But she did! So when she snapped out of it, she quickly pulled her suit out of her ass, and
chased her pal in a circle around a lamp post.