Older men and younger women.

He never thought she'd stop loving him, never thought she would stop!!!

Sadly, he's putty in their hands, putty in their hands.

He's looking for advice about the putty thing.

But hat's off! That was a clean, clear post. Thanks, Jack.

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Chumly wrote:

Lord Ellpus wrote:
Chumly wrote:
What exactly is the purpose of your posts, as it eludes me.

Maybe it's an exercise to see if he can type efficiently, using just the one hand?
But Rosie you're all right -- you wear my ring
When you hold me tight -- Rosie that's my thing
When you turn out the light -- I've got to hand it to me
Looks like it's me and you again tonight Rosie

Isn't that the "Ode to Madame Palm, and her five lovely daughters"?

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Joeblow wrote:

He never thought she'd stop loving him, never thought she would stop!!!

Sadly, he's putty in their hands, putty in their hands.

Both of these little gems would have been even better if he'd gone back to the third person thing: "Jack Webbs thought she'd never stop loving Jack Webbs, never thought she would stop!"

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nimh wrote:

Actually, I read something about najos the other day (banjos I mean, I dont know how that happened) ... lemme go look it up ...

It was the ever brilliant Simon Hoggart:

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Thanks for many letters and emails about orchestral jokes. Apparently in the world of fretted instruments, the banjo plays the role of the despised viola. Several readers sent in something along these lines: "A banjo player is eating lunch in a diner when he remembers he's left his new $2,000 banjo on the seat of his car. He dashes to the parking lot, but too late! Someone has broken in and left two more banjos on the back seat."

Followed up later by:

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Thanks for all those musician jokes. In dance bands it is, apparently, the trombonist who is butt of all the jokes (many are viola jokes, or banjo jokes, rewritten.) "What's the difference between a trombone and a trampoline? You have to take your boots off before you jump on a trampoline." In rock bands, it's the drummer. "What do you call a guy who hangs out with musicians? A drummer."

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Lord Ellpus wrote:

To make Jack's driving experience just that little bit better, may I suggest that we make a list of suitable songs, so that he can burn a compilation CD to play in the car, when he's out cruising and generally being groovy.

I'll start......

"I can't get no (Satisfaction)", by the Rolling Stones.

Or...

Well I'm sitting here thinkin' just how sharp I am
Well I'm sitting here thinkin' just how sharp I am
I'm an under assistant west coast promo man

Well I promo groups when they come into town
Well I promo groups when they come into town
Well they laugh at my toupee, they're sure to put me down

Well I'm sitting here thinking just how sharp I am
Yeah I'm sitting here thinking just how sharp I am

Yeah, I'm sharp
I'm really, really sharp
I sure do earn my pay
Sitting on the beach every day, yeah
I'm real real sharp, yes I am
I got a Corvette and a seersucker suit
Yes I have

Here comes the bus, uh oh
I though I had a dime
Where's my dime
I know I have a dime somewhere
I'm pretty sure........

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Oh, let's include this one, too. It's perfect for him, dontcha think?

I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan

And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I'm too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that

I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my

'Cos I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk

I'm too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love's going to leave me

And I'm too sexy for this song

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Well, I've been setting the example here. Doing all the leading. Nobody here seems to have an ounce of creativity in their body.

Lord Ellpus, Chumly? Can't you come up with something i.e the scary English fog or jazz in Toronto? Things like that? I won't ask Calamity Jane because she is liable to jump on me again. I won't mention others on this thread, they may as well not exist. I've forgotten all about them.

I really should take a break. Two more women are after me. Here I go to band practice, come home and there it is; two more women after me.

I think what I need to do right now is read a bit of National Geographic and let the situation float around in my back brain for a few hours and then I will see things more clearly.

Goodnight. Think about what I said too. Come up with something because it isn't fair that I carry the day here as much as I do.

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Tell me something deeply intimate that you have never told another soul.

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OOH! I've found another track for Jack's driving CD.......

THE OLDEST SWINGER IN TOWN (Lonnie Donegan)

When you score with a chick in a disco bar
Take her home in your hairy little car
Then you find you went to school with her ma and pa
You're the oldest swinger in town

And you won't look in the mirror in the light of day
Swear that you died it when your hair turns grey
When you zip up your trousers and your belly's in the way
Your the oldest swinger in town

Here you come, and there you go
Wide wheels, spots and a stereo
But the engine's cracked and the driver is too slow
You're the oldest swinger in town

When the barber takes a little less time each week
The kids don't understand a word you speak
When you walk into a disco and they offer you a seat
You're the oldest swinger in town

You prefer a pint of shandy to bacardi and coke
The sounds are too loud , there's too much smoke
You'd like another dance but you're afraid you'll get a stroke
You're the oldest swinger in town

Here you come with your chest all bare
A little silver ingot and a lot of silver hair
Like the dis-co king meets yogi bear
You're the oldest swinger in town

When your feelin as stiff as a skinheads boot
You Rub on vick where you used to splash brut
And the latest street fashion is your old wedding suit
You're the oldest swinger in town

When you have to go shopping for your sex appeal
Travolta shades and nine inch heels
They say a man is just as old as the woman he feels
You're the oldest Swinger in Town

And you look so mean 'cos your pants are too tight
Youre the oldest swinger in Town

And it takes you all night to do what you used to do all night
You're the oldest swinger in town

The oldest swinger in town.

PERFECT!

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Heehee

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Heehee? That's all you Hungarians can say is Heehee?

I say: Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Very Happy

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Ho ho ho ho ho ho

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Well, I cut some palm trees this morning and I can't sit here laughing any longer. I need to get cleaned up for brunch then make my way down to the community college where a young man is going to treat us all to classical trombone solos.

I will listen, write notes, pick up pointers and duplicate them on my special Blessing, B88 tenor slide trombone with F key. Fit them into my own cool style, a sort of style I have that is not unlike that of the late great Frank Rosolino. The women love it. "Slippery Jack."

Toot, toot. :wink:

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Jack Webbs,

I'm still here and read everything in your thread. Cool

But I think it lost its scandalousness.
Too calmly. Razz

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Well Newbie, if you have been sailing long enough I am sure you know what it is like to be becalmed.

I broke tradition Monday night and treated an overweight woman to dinner. Yesterday I went to a concert and last night I made arrangements to see a 65 year old woman tomorrow afternoon. This morning, the day is young, I have already been chastised by another woman (54) because I notified her I would not allow her to fit me into her scheme of life. Simply refused it. I have not even had time to walk my dog and here it is almost 0830.

I have to meet with the Friday Group at 1300 which means I need to squeeze horn practice in between brunch and 1230 so I better get going.

I'll be dashing as I am every Friday in the eyes of all the ladies in the group when I arrive at 1300. Cool

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Jack Webbs,

as I see, every day you have a new woman. Sad

It looks like you do not want to have a permanent woman anymore...

P.S. So you noted my new avatar. Thanks.
I like it. I think it gain some insight of me. :wink:

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Well they come and go. The recent one tells me I am just too much of a gentlemen and we better not get too involved before she tramples all over my heart. What could I say?

Well what I said was that I could tell by the sound of her car engine her mechanic didn't know what he was talking about when he told her it was OK to use cheap gaz in her car. I didn't mention this to her Saturday evening because I did not wish to hurt her feelings, spoil our precious hours together. Cheap gaz in a Mercedes? No way Henry! Smile

Well I run into this from time to time. Not so much with young divorced mothers, more so with mature women. Oh they get an itch, they feel a twitch and they think they need a man. Actually it is a fantasy with some of the old girls. I can tell right of the bat how things will play out, when a woman is serious, when she is not.

So here I sit enjoying crackers and beer mulling over which one of the three or four I will be with this weekend. Saturday was a dry well, a "duster" as the Rough Necks in Texas call them. Smile

I'm going to go with one of the time tested this weekend.

Oh what a happy life it is being an American mod-boy of 68. I think I'll take a short cruise in my roadster, check out the local scene. Eight cylinders and hi-test gaz :wink:

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Older men and younger women.
To each his own, Jack. There have been times I've dated men old enough to be my grandfather and young enough to be my son. It's ridiculous for other people to insinuate that something is somehow "wrong" with you if you're attracted to someone of a certain age.

That's your decision, and yours, alone.

Your friends and family aren't the ones who will be keeping you warm at night.

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A great perspective on how the way things should be and may or may not be PoetSeductress. If you weren't in Texas who knows?

I am going to occupy myself with some other things. I have been too wrapped up in the dating scene. This afternoon I am going to watch a Persian music concert. Last night I was supposed to have a date with a fascinating woman that has contact with the hereafter. We were supposed to get together after her pancriac healing but it fell through. Far out woman wears velvet pants and sequined jackets in public. The idea was to have dinner and drinks, come back to the house and I was going to read some tales to her written by the brothers Grimm to get her primed. This is California.

There is and have been horny old women neighbors here in my 55+ neighborhood but they are out of the question. My God they gossip as it is about things that don't even happen. I enjoy remaining aloof. Oh I'm friendly enough and I speak in passing but that's it. I'm just too young at heart for the old hens. They think nothing of inviting themselves in. If I let them. :wink:

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