Agneta looked like the girl in front of the tank in the Axe Peace commercial. Fortunately nothing in this volume is about her. Neither is the woman in the joke where her husband says "you're lousy in bed" and when he calls her from work to apologize, she says she's in bed getting a second opinion. What we're focusing on here is guys who never learned to dance. That's worse than being a pool floater with no chlorine in it. Maybe that's a crappy subject. Hey, how about those Supremes? Pooty poot, are you kidding? It should be obvious that I'm stalling on The Epistle. I'm going with being "provocatively late" rather than avoidance of the flatulence. There used to be a cheap suit store called Robert Hall. I think it's where that joke about Moe Pincus selling a blue serge suit to a color blind customer who wanted assurance that it was black mohair and wore it outside and put his arm next to a passing nun and said "pincus fuctus". The dances never required a suit but for some reason I got one at Robert Hall's. It was brown and had beige inserts on the front (I was like 9 years old). It was before the days of Scandinavian vodka and periodicity (vodka infused tampons). I would wear that suit today, know why? Because you can see by reading this that I've matured nary a scant since I was 9.

He said his lady caught him airing out his member with the hair dryer, and asked what he was doing? Apparently "heating your dinner" wasn't a good answer. And dance to the light of the moon.