A.G.E's Joint

Tooling down the highway In a stretch limousine Tell the driver to pull off To get some caffeine We were waiting For the line to flow forth An advert looked back For a nudist resort Driver went to the head I sipped hot liquid And wondered what That place would have listed Too much sun Too much drink Nekkid people frolicking A communal sink. Amenities shown With attractive ladies You can’t pray a lie, I found that out. None were liabilities. Too much flesh To be under the sun Too much information To be such fun. “How far is this place?” I asked the driver with a pout He caught me by the arm “Three miles due south” Another adventure? I thought with a smirk As I piled into The back of the Merc Oh, why not? My driver agreed. It would be lark Being all freed. A small white sign Sat at the drive Pointing through the woods Where we should strive. And strive we did Roostertail in our wake To have our skin Marvelously baked. Without prompting Our shirts levitated As our hopes Would ...

Hey, Heidy and Howdy!  It's your favorite randy dandy old time disc man Harry Handy, here to fill up your time in God's waiting room.  And have I got a story for you.  Ol' Harry here took a road trip out west, to beautiful Santa Fe, New Mexico.  I'd heard it was lovely and a great place to relax after dealing with program managers without a clue.  I mean, I know the music exists to sell advertising, but funeral home ads? I just had to go somewhere far, far away. Getting there was quite the ordeal.  I flew out the nest and up to St. Louis, where I had to do the one thing air travelers dread, changing planes. We were a little late getting off and my layover was short, so I knew it was going to be hustle. I asked the gate agent coming off the plane where my next flight was.  It was all the way at the other end of the airport and I had 20 minutes to get there.  It kind of looked like this. On the way over, I had to visit the facilities....