some jen yoo wine floozies were there tonight

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She was sitting at the bar directly across from our table. She was a little behind me, but Mom across the table was in stitches over this woman sticking her tongue down her boyfriend's throat while he, the jerk, was patting the butt of the woman on the other side of him. It kept up. The more he was groping the floozy on his right, the more the floozy on his left would try to hook her leg around his waist and yank his head around to slobber him up. He was like a pig in a candy store. All this to the appalling beat of the local Rotary Rockers. Mom thought it was hysterical, but it depressed me.

Then they were outside when we were trying to get in our car to leave. The floozy on the left was drunkenly suggesting sucking certain parts of the guy's anatomy that I was sure would make my mother faint, but she only heard the part about sucking face... thank heavens. She gets mad when somebody tells a dirty joke on a sitcom. She'd've had a stroke if she heard that action.

Ahem. I've been around the block a few times. I never heard anyone talk like that!

But Mom had a dandy evening out and that is good.