Thankee additional gentlemen....may all your children look like their mothers.
Jim....hopefully I'll have another for LV. But only if you come....no way I'll use up my remaining few grey cells trying to think of another "true" story.
Jack...after having you, the pets in question will appreciate me.
Neil...if your honeymoon is over (it usually is after you say "I do"
) are you coming to LV? Last year you didn't make it and Len kept eyeing me with that lustful look he reserves for you.
I hope everyone comes again this year to the Las Vegas event. Shawn used to make the 750 mile trip in 3 hours ... this year he has a faster truck. Ron's truck is slower so he leaves 22 hours in advance.
I'm going to tell a true story here....hey, I said true....would I lie? Happened December, 2004.
Len sent me some tranny parts and addressed them to "The Homosexual Pawnshop Owner". At my address. I received it, laughed and had to return something to him...so I addressed the returning parcel to "The Las Vegas Transvestite's Association" at Len's address.
This was at Christmas time and I didn't want to wait in the long line at our local post office so I decided to take the parcel to a small town about 8 miles from us. This small post office only has one employee, the post master himself.
This post master is a gun nut and the local trainer for kids who want to apply for a hunting permit. He used to come into our store regularly looking for defunk rifles that he could use as props for his training so we know to keep pieces of crap for him. First we'd render them useless then donate them to him.
When I went into his post office with the package addressed to Len it never even entered my little brain that there would be a "stigma" attached to the package's sender. Sure enough, after he'd read the address, and looked back up at me, the look of horror appeared. I quickly tried to explain the joke but I think it fell on deaf ears and to this day he hasn't been back into my store.
So Len...did you ever get the parcel and did the dress fit? :biggrin: