WinOneThisCentury
Well-Known Member
and this from 1899
We ventured out via motor car along the newly competed US highway 6 toward our ultimate destination, Iowa City. Upon arrival we matriculated through the crowd and found a tall slender gentleman with a long mustache who was serving spirits from behind his wagon. We imbibed again and again. Soon we were delirious with joy and began our jagged and indirect journey toward the football arena. A dreadful thick bearded man sat next to us. The smoke from his cigar was fair but his breath was as a two day old corpse. Soon old corpse breath produced a flat bottle of some sort of brown spirit. I dare say it was a brief moment before he was shoving it in my chest.
I really liked where this was going is there any more to the story...seems like it got cut off. Any chance by the third quarter the dreadful thick bearded man had her knickers down around her ankles? You know, kind of a "Fifty Shades of Black and Gold"?