Last Kiss by John Lustig for August 09, 2024

Interesting that a guy who ‘plays for the other team’ just happens to be whistling a show tune as Angie Dickinson walks by. Some might call that ‘foreshadowing’ since she would eventually marry Burt Bacharach, who was exceptional at writing some catchy songs.

Don’t worry lady, he’s not thinking of you.

Sun on a beach!

He’s resting right now, but he’ll soon resume lifting weights with his BFF here on Muscle Beach.

Geeze! All those thought balloons are hiding my cool whistling.

Old joke: Two young men at a singles party:

Man #1: “That girl over there is very pretty, but she doesn’t seem very intelligent.”

Man #2: “I know. She’s been ignoring me all evening, too.”

Naah. Whistler the sailor man is just theenking about spinach.

It’s her bliss to be ignored.

Well just because you is ignorant it is not means he is!

♪♫ “I bet you think this song is about you…” ♪♫

He wasn’t whistling at you….it’s Fleet Week!

He’s just quietly whistling, “It’s fun to stay at the YMCA!”

He’s either a Village People member, or Eric Von Zipper from all the Beach Party movies.

Is this anything like 2 kids doing the “I’m not touching you” routine?

Don’t look at me I’m shy.

Can’t he see how much I’m ignoring him?!

Two thoughts that meet as one.. !

You probably should ignore a guy who wears a military style cap with a bathing suit. No fashion sense. :)

A definition of ignoramuses? A case of Ignorami.

GALLY: Got to Fire Island they said. Lots of hot guys there they said. GRRRR!

LEO: HEY! We don’t cotton to your kind around here, girly!

I remember helping chaperone some pool parties for young teenagers… it was very entertaining watching the kids try to not be noticed while they noticed other kids…

Signora Ignora eh.

“When I hear a complimentary whistle

That greets my bikini by the sea

I turn and I glower and I bristle,

But I’m happy to know the whistle’s meant for me.

- Oscar Hammerstein II, “I Enjoy Being a Girl,” Flower Drum Song

What’s with the hat? It’s nice to see the gay boys trying, of course….

I remember growing up, the guys would hang out on the street corners and whistle at the girls as they walked by….hysterical!

The 40-50’s were a HOOT!