It was a hot
Saturday evening in the summer of 1960 and
Fred
had a date with Sue. He arrived at her
house and rang the bell.
'Oh, come on in!' Sue's mother said as
she welcomed Fred in.
'Have a seat in the living room.
Would you like something to
drink? Lemonade?
Tea?'
'Tea, please,' Fred said. Mum
brought the tea.
'So, what are you and Sue planning to do
tonight?' she asked.
'Oh, probably catch a movie, and then
maybe grab a bite to
eat at the Wimpy Bar, maybe take a walk
on the beach...'
'Sue likes to screw, you know,' Mum
informed him.
'Really?' Fred replied; eyebrows
rose.
'Oh yes,' the mother continued. 'When
she goes out with her
friends, that's all they
do!'
'Is that so?' asked Fred, incredulous.
'Yes,' said the mother. 'As a
matter of fact, she'd screw all
night if we let
her!'
'Well, thanks for the tip!' Fred said as
he began thinking about
alternative plans for the
evening.
A moment later, Sue came down the stairs
looking pretty as
a picture wearing a pink blouse and a
hoop skirt, and with her
hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. She
greeted Fred.
'Have fun, kids!' the mother said as
they left.
Half an hour later, a completely
disheveled Sue burst into
the house and slammed the front door
behind her.
'The Twist, Mum!' she angrily yelled to
her mother in the kitchen.
'The bloody dance is called the
Twist!'
i know pure shite
Saturday evening in the summer of 1960 and
Fred
had a date with Sue. He arrived at her
house and rang the bell.
'Oh, come on in!' Sue's mother said as
she welcomed Fred in.
'Have a seat in the living room.
Would you like something to
drink? Lemonade?
Tea?'
'Tea, please,' Fred said. Mum
brought the tea.
'So, what are you and Sue planning to do
tonight?' she asked.
'Oh, probably catch a movie, and then
maybe grab a bite to
eat at the Wimpy Bar, maybe take a walk
on the beach...'
'Sue likes to screw, you know,' Mum
informed him.
'Really?' Fred replied; eyebrows
rose.
'Oh yes,' the mother continued. 'When
she goes out with her
friends, that's all they
do!'
'Is that so?' asked Fred, incredulous.
'Yes,' said the mother. 'As a
matter of fact, she'd screw all
night if we let
her!'
'Well, thanks for the tip!' Fred said as
he began thinking about
alternative plans for the
evening.
A moment later, Sue came down the stairs
looking pretty as
a picture wearing a pink blouse and a
hoop skirt, and with her
hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. She
greeted Fred.
'Have fun, kids!' the mother said as
they left.
Half an hour later, a completely
disheveled Sue burst into
the house and slammed the front door
behind her.
'The Twist, Mum!' she angrily yelled to
her mother in the kitchen.
'The bloody dance is called the
Twist!'
i know pure shite
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