Saturday, March 14

Bootless

Why do our local Barrow lasses go out on the town in boots or shoes that are so very obviously uncomfortable.
 On the Sunday mornings presumably after a hard nights partying I always seem to pick up lots of young ladies  carrying the previous night’s footwear.
 Last Sunday morning I picked up three girls in a row all carrying high boots with big heels, if they hurt why wear them? 
 Still that’s women for you.
 Reminds me of a Sunday a while back when I picked up a lass going to one of the villages about six or seven miles away from Barrow, she had been out all night and was still pretty drunk. Still in a good mood she was talking away about her night and things that had happened and all the while she was emphasising points by waving her arms about. After about three miles she was still in full flow when suddenly she stopped and quickly put her hands down and went bright red. That was when I knew that she had finally realised she had her knickers grasped in her hand and had been waving them about for the last ten minutes.
 She slipped them into her pocket and didn't say much after that; they were red by the way!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I am so happy I am not young any more. Only wore red knickers once, at Millennium in Mexico because wearing red knickers at New Year is traditional in that part of Mexico. When I lived in Barrow it was always Marks & Sparks now it's whatever I can get in white cotton without a thong!!
Keep up the blog I enjoy it tremendously.
Marion in Panama

Bob Mullen said...

Hi Marion thanks for the kind words, and the underwear expose lol!

Anonymous said...

Believe me, at my age my underwear is never exposed lol. Hope to meet you whenever I return to Barra
Marion in Panama