The Boy Scout Jamboree just got a whole lot livelier. Now that girls are gonna be there the little male scouts will be able to earn a bunch of new merit badges like Spin-The-Bottle Champ and Getting To Second Base and Watching Girls In The Showers and General Social Embarrassment. Isn’t that great? The weekend campout has now turned into date night because society says there can no longer be anything just for boys or just for girls.
As a cigar smoker, if you need to inquire about the availability of fire, you’re woefully unprepared my friend. Smoking a cigar isn’t a game of chance. You don’t buy cigars at the local 7-Eleven on impulse and you don’t catch one on fire with whatever’s on hand, like one of those long-tipped, pull-the-trigger things you light a barbecue with. If things go right, you’re going to have that cigar in your mouth for about an hour, so let’s have a little respect, huh?
By the time I first heard about The Hawk a lot of people were saying he was past his prime. But I didn’t know that. All I knew was that the voice coming out of the radio was talking about this player with high-pitched amazement, and The Hawk was about to bump my Lakers from the playoffs.