Reunited with Lucille


I'm not sure what the moral of that story is, but it reminds me of one. I was fishing with a group of guys out on Drum Inlet on the outer banks of NC. I guess I ate something that did not agree with me. About 3am I stumbled out of the tent to go puke in the sand dunes, but when I did, I spewed out of both ends. I took the camp shovel and buried my underwear in the sand, walked out in the ocean and washed off, put on some clean undies and went back to sleep. The next morning I told my story to the guys I was fishing with and for the next three days got kidded about the hermit crabs wearing my underwear.
 
Wilbur,

Glad LUCILLE is back home where she belongs. Enjoy what's left of the season without the "SHAKE RATTLE & ROLL". I don't care what anybody says, Little Richard although awful "Light on his Feet", if you know what I mean, produced some great Rock and Roll.