Red ties, green carnations, extra-extra larges (although, Norma, with these two I'm thinking femidoms) - it all boils down to that lingering glance, doesn't it?
And sweetheart - that's not church - that's Rockefeller Center! Well, church of commerce, I suppose...
"Really, Chet? What a coincidence - I'm wearing one, too!"
oh ya, like at church they're gonna let each other know that they're wearing extra-extra large condoms.
ReplyDeleteLast night, I dreamt I was on the down-low in my grey flannel suit...
ReplyDeleteweren't red ties the code for the love that dare not speak its name during the 40s and 50s?
ReplyDeleteRed ties, green carnations, extra-extra larges (although, Norma, with these two I'm thinking femidoms) - it all boils down to that lingering glance, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteAnd sweetheart - that's not church - that's Rockefeller Center! Well, church of commerce, I suppose...
Although The Gayest Church of Them All is just nearby, The Episcopal Church of Saint Mary the Virgin, affectionately known even then as "Smoky Mo's"
ReplyDeleteguess i've never looked closely during my rock visits. i am, oh so sorry.
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