Thank goodness they aren’t topless.
The others in the group are on to his game, and make up ludicrous nonsensical plot lines that he repeats to others, to seem as if he read the books,
Or beat each other with phone books and unabridged dictionaries.
The philosophical tadpoles, Yin and Yang, escape their cosmological fishbowl.
I hope they have two bathrooms. Goodness knows what female niceties Opal has situated in the ‘girls’ bathroom.
It’s partly due to the wild scramble for the handkerchief he forgot to put in a pocket.
The Stupidity men do lives after them … the Goof is oft interred with their bones.
Sea Cats following the shrimping boats.
Loretta is no Cleopatra. But then … Leroy is no Mark Antony, either.
And having a whale of a good time.
Thank goodness they aren’t topless.