"I think I'm going down to the well tonight, I'm gonna drink till I get my fill. And I hope when I get old I don't sit around thinking about it, but I probably will. Yeah, just sitting back, trying to recapture a little of the glory of. Well time slips away leaves you with nothing mister. But boring stories of.
Bruce Springsteen - Glory Days
The other day I called my friend Chad or sir Chadwick as I often referred to him when we were young. I wished him a joyful Easter. He thanked me for the sentiment and returned it. Without hesitation, as is the case most times we talk, we began reminiscing about his exploits from back in the day. "Sir Chadwick, my favorite story of yours is when you pulled off the four of a kind with the Tolstoy sisters." I said. The Tolstoy sisters were four sisters from college; Kitty, Dolly, Veronica and the irreproachable princess Anna.
The first three sisters; Kitty, Dolly and Veronica were all fair hair maidens of quality Kansas stock. In the end, the three of them were easily ensnared in sir Chadwick's web of charm. "Three out of four is mighty impressive," my comrades and I would tell him. Most everyone believed a four of a kind was near impossible. Most everyone that is except sir Chadwick.
As legend tells it, princess Anna became upset with the prince she was dating at the time. So one night she decided to descend from her castle and mix with the commoners. She was feeling particularly frisky and just so happened to show up at a gathering that sir Chadwick and I were attending: Could it have been the long flowing blond hair and the sensuous blue eyes? Or perhaps it was the statuesque figure and the cover girl face? One thing was an absolute certainty to me as I watched her strut up to the both of us. It was as if Aphrodite in the flesh were standing directly in front of us.
"You're the boy my sisters talk about so much.... The legendary Lothario sir Chadwick, Yes?" The princess was very deliberate in her approach. Whatever she wanted, she took! "I am princess," he replied. Sir Chadwick carried an air of confidence that most men could only wish for. And it was coming in extremely handy at this moment. "My sisters have informed me that you are quite skilled at the art of pleasuring a women. Should I believe that as true?" said the princess. At this point you could cut the sexual tension between the two of them with a butter knife. "I am princess," Chadwick replied. "Would you care to find out firsthand my lady?"
After his quip, the princess promptly grabs him by the arm and swiftly leads him away from the soiree. An hour or so passes and sir Chadwick returns. He walks directly up to me and smiles. I ask if it really happened and if so, how was it? He looks at me and says, "A gentlemen never tells," he then adds this to the conversation. "Give me a dip of your Skoal. I have to get the taste out of my mouth." I ask, "What taste is that?" He looks at me with a wry smile and says, "You know, that taste. Oh, on second thought - look who I am talking to - you have no idea about what I am talking about." He then gives me a playful slap to the head and walks off with the widest smile I have ever seen on a man.
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