Talk about flaunting his golden moments (real or imagined), Sleaze is not afraid to subject himself to the wrath of those easily offended and the feminist element. As a fellow dirty old man, I found this to be entertaining and in keeping with B Morgan's literary essays of love and adventure. I think he wrote this in light of the recent string on subjects inappropriate for this venue. Whether there is any truth in this or not, do you think Ann might be pissed? Keep up the entertaining work, Sleaze. You have more guts than I do. I've had my turn at being chastised but then I uttered the unmentionable, conservative politics.
Geezer (outlived) ________________________________ From: bmorgan...@aol.com [mailto:bmorgan...@aol.com] Sent: Wednesday, June 06, 2012 8:56 AM To: texascavers@texascavers.com Subject: [Texascavers] Dirty old men Caver cunnie is the best! Let's face it Cave Chicks are hot, that is why I go to cave gatherings. You think I do it for the caves? Yet another cold dark hole in the ground? No, I prefer warm. I have porked more different mud covered pud muffins due to chance encounters at the hot tub than at any other venue or from any other demographic group. Discos just don't work for me. As a case in point, after boffing various bimbos at various cave gatherings I met my life partner, the estimable Dr. Ann, some twenty or so years ago at the hot tub at the Old Timers. While recovering from a brutal hangover I saw what I thought to be an unknown hot caver chick headed for the tub so I set out in hot pursuit. I asked her name and she replied, "Maybe you will remember when I take my clothes off". Unfortunately I didn't and she was clearly hurt. Then suddenly I remembered, we had talked for hours several days before while she was naked and I was clothed. Then I tried out a standard line, "I only wanted to probe your mind". Despite Ann's high IQ it worked like a charm and she swooned. I turned to a friend and said, "This one's in the bag!" As for being a dirty old man and the improbability of actually scoring, I would remind you that it is better to be a dirty old man than any of the possible other alternatives. In my quiet moments I like to reflect upon conquests past. If only I could remember why? Perhaps some day I will achieve the status of my old caver friend Bill Berryhill who dearly loved women but who outlived his ability to do anything about it. Nevertheless he could still crawl and could still dream so nothing suited him better than to go down a hands and knees crawl close behind a beauteous butt and sniff the air for panties! Sleazeweazel
