Have you ever had one of those moments where you suddenly realize that you are in public, doing something that could be potentially embarrassing? I had such a moment yesterday while traipsing through Wal Mart after supper.
The moment was conceived Tuesday evening as I watched a few minutes of American Idol. Why I would ever admit to this in a public forum baffles me, but nothing else was on and I had a headache and didn’t feel like doing anything constructive with my time. Anyway, for some unknown reason, one of the songs periodically raced through my moderately uncluttered brain all day Wednesday.
However, making your way to the fitting rooms, where your wife is helping your daughter try on some new pants, by walking through the women’s underwear area is probably not the best time or place one should be overheard humming or whistling the tune to Queen’s “Fat Bottom Girls.”
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Well, that along with the traipsing could get you a gig with the Village People.
Does the Village People have room for an *accountant* type?
BWAAhaa ha ha!
That's funny.
OK, so this young obstetrician is flying solo for the first time, as it were, and he's a bit nervous. He finds it difficult to make small talk with the patient who is about his age, so he as he begins the exam, he just starts whistling. Suddenly she dies laughing and he asks, "I'm sorry. Did that tickle or something?" "No" she syas, "I was laughing at your choice of tunes." He had been whistling the Oscar Meyer hotdog song.
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