It was a Friday night pushin' 8pm, a buddy was over we were drinking whiskey and coke while playing backgammon.
Stan...so, where we headed tonight?
Zeno.....Fresno?
Stan...too much driving son.
Zeno...Holiday Inn Lounge?
Stan....again? How about the Paul Bunyan in Porterville?
Zeno....Stan, dude......there aren't any black girls in that cow town, nothing but hillbillies and hicks.
Stan....not true.
Zeno...true. I played football there a few times, hell, those cowboys egged the bus.
Stan....how about we play one more game, winner gets his choice, deal?
We pulled into Porterville around 11ish, old pickup trucks all around, Girls in cowboy boots, and there I am with a skinny black guy, sheesh~~~~~~~
The band was rock and roll, to our shock and amazement. so we sat there me scoping out the candidates for Miss Tonight, Stan seemed distracted, as if he were waiting on something.
A few drinks, a few dances. Nothing really going on when up walked this tall black girl with a couple cowgirls....Hi Stan. Wouldn't see Stan again for a week. he just gave a silly grin and was gone.
So there I sat thinking about one for the road when in walked three blonds, all fine as could be but the one with that tan, whoa~~~~~
All I got was a phone number that night, would call about a week later. We;d get married about a year later. Our kids are all grown now.
Getting back to Stan, we finally hooked up....
Zeno....so you knew she'd be there, huh?
Stan....yep, we'd talked on the phone before I came over.
Zeno...but how did you know you'd win the backgammon game?
Stan....dude, you suck at backgammon.
Zeno...oh.
We all got that life altering story, there's mine.
Stan...so, where we headed tonight?
Zeno.....Fresno?
Stan...too much driving son.
Zeno...Holiday Inn Lounge?
Stan....again? How about the Paul Bunyan in Porterville?
Zeno....Stan, dude......there aren't any black girls in that cow town, nothing but hillbillies and hicks.
Stan....not true.
Zeno...true. I played football there a few times, hell, those cowboys egged the bus.
Stan....how about we play one more game, winner gets his choice, deal?
We pulled into Porterville around 11ish, old pickup trucks all around, Girls in cowboy boots, and there I am with a skinny black guy, sheesh~~~~~~~
The band was rock and roll, to our shock and amazement. so we sat there me scoping out the candidates for Miss Tonight, Stan seemed distracted, as if he were waiting on something.
A few drinks, a few dances. Nothing really going on when up walked this tall black girl with a couple cowgirls....Hi Stan. Wouldn't see Stan again for a week. he just gave a silly grin and was gone.
So there I sat thinking about one for the road when in walked three blonds, all fine as could be but the one with that tan, whoa~~~~~
All I got was a phone number that night, would call about a week later. We;d get married about a year later. Our kids are all grown now.
Getting back to Stan, we finally hooked up....
Zeno....so you knew she'd be there, huh?
Stan....yep, we'd talked on the phone before I came over.
Zeno...but how did you know you'd win the backgammon game?
Stan....dude, you suck at backgammon.
Zeno...oh.
We all got that life altering story, there's mine.
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