We saw the motorcycle magazine's calendar girls, who would do the "Tony's Kansas City" blog proud; I tried to get Cliff to pose for a picture with a couple of them, but he refused. "I'm not getting in any pictures with a bunch of teenie-boppers in their underwear," he said.
Yeah, that's the girls, from last year's ad. I did get a picture of one of the girls trying to sell Cliff a calendar for $25. "I couldn't hang that calendar in my garage," Cliff told her. "I have granddaughters out there all the time."
This is the closest to porn you'll see on my blog, by the way.
And Fernan, my shorthorn farmer buddy, quit looking: I can imagine what you'd like to say!
Stay tuned for pictures, maybe tomorrow... if they're any good.
Can these girls be found on Rock of Love Bus on VH1?
ReplyDeleteWhat a hot. mess.!
LOL about Cliff and those girls. Helen
ReplyDeleteI agree with Cliff. I'm glad that yall had a good time!
ReplyDelete"I'm not getting in any pictures with a bunch of teenie-boppers in their underwear," he said.
ReplyDeleteOhhhh! I liked this true. Still LMAO hrs later.
Oh I don't know if such calenders hanging grandpa's shop would bother his grand daughters these times (even if they bother him. (grin) They're a whole new generation.
Oh my, one day my girls come out of the house scarcely wearing bikinis. while their costuming didn't bother their boy friends, their near nothings bothered the be-devil out of me. When I tried restricting my girls to using the back door to lay out in the backyard sun, I got, "Oh Dad!!!" I did get their mother to insist they wear proper attire both ways between our house and the beach six blocks west or north either way from home. It all seems so silly now. (smiling) Each generation's relaxing the rules a wee bit more. What rules? I don't know that I want to know anymore!or? Still LMAO.