Endearing, Bakechef!
Having worked at the local nursing home when I was a teen, I remember the sweet old gal who would strip naked and gleefully run out the side door through the wheat field (we always caught her), old Wild Billl, who had a "surprise" for any pretty young thing he would happen to brush up next to, and many others who I was entrusted to feed and help. I loved them all.
At Revere Beach you can find hundreds of old women like this that wear the skimpiest of bathing suits. As soon as the sun shines sometime in early May they are down there getting their tan. By the middle of September they all look like a piece of tanned cow hide. And the men aren't much better. In their late 60's with a paunch belly that reaches their knees. They strut around wearing a Speedo. Unfortunately you can't see it though because their paunch hides it.
Love it.
Earworm.
That's why I called it an earworm.Wonderful, now I'll be singing that wrong all night.
That's why I called it an earworm.
No objection. I didn't invent the term, but, it's a good one, eh?If there is no objection 'earworm' is going to be added to my vocabulary. I just love it. Fits perfectly.
No objection. I didn't invent the term, but, it's a good one, eh?