by Bob on Mon Aug 31, 2009 6:30 pm
Is it the chicken breast, Meeks?
Here I will help derail the thread! In 1974 or so, one night, after a bit of partying after work at a restaurant, a young woman decided to take me back to her house that she shared with 4 or 5 other girls. It was about 1:00 am and her roomates were all in their rooms so we shared a couple of moments in the kitchen--nothing heavy to write home about---at one point she excused herself to go to the bathroom. It took a bit of time and I got a bit bored so I opened up here refrig to see what she had---I opened the freezer and there were about 8 packets of chicken and scratched on the labe with a magic marker were her handwritten words,l "Chicken Tits".
That moment she came in and said, "Are you interested?" I replied, "Cold chicken tits aren't my bag. Got anything warmer?" She replied, "Yeah, maybe I do--gotta go up stairs and check out who is here."
She came back down and said, "Awe shit, my roomate is up there with her boyfriend." Then she asked, "What about your place?" Coming out of my drunken stupor I realized I had a girlfriend and she was back at my apartment sleeping i.e. waiting for me to come home from work. I looked at her, gave her a kiss and said, "Naah, I got roomates too. I gotta get goin--see ya tomorrow at work, Chicken Tits!" She laughed and the next day, while at work, the moment had vanished and she was back to being a waitress and me washing dishes on the old Hobart!