Back in the day, when dinosaurs roamed the earth, Sugartastic Daddy John, Thirsty Dave and I were single, non-attached entities. We would scour the streets, looking for women who might look on us with pity and sometimes they did while sometimes the law was called. Back then, you would be lucky to get bubonic plague, never mind a girlfriend without a beard. To get a feel for the century I’m talking about, you have to think pre-Back to The Future III. There was no internet as we know it today so we would hunt in packs, in the aisles of Wal-Mart for our prey. These were happy days and indeed Wal-Mart was a happy hunting ground for three desperate losers with lascivious lust in their lions. I’ll never forget Leann, Connie and Brenda aka The Walmart Babes. Even now, when I look at their picture forever etched on my mind, it takes me back to my happy place:
In the good old Wal-Mart time,
In the good old Wal-Mart time.
Strolling up the tee shirt aisle
With your baby mine.
You hold her hand and she holds yours.
That’s a very good sign
That she’s your true hot babe
In the good old Wal-Mart time!
(I apologize to whoever wrote “In the Good Old Summertime.” He doesn’t deserve this.)
Yes he does, he so deserves this. We all need more of this and massively more of it too!
Love in the lawn and garden section underneath the glow of the blue light specials! Those were the days Bill!
Ah you’re just making me emotional now!
What can I say? You guys were studs–just studs.
Ah we had our moments but none quite as memorable as the above!