On Second Though

The other night, I was out dancing at our town's hottest nightclub where I'm
well known as a man-about-town. After winning the disco contest and agreeing
to help the band out by singing a few songs, I noticed two absolutely
gorgeous blondes sitting at a table starring, seductively, in my direction.
I detached myself from my usual ring of adoring admirers, sauntered over to
their table and invited myself to sit down. Seeing me close up, they
immediately recognized me as a famous diabetic and invited me back to their
yacht. Once there, I lay back on perfumed cushions while they fed me peeled
grapes and plied me with Dom. After an hour or so, we dismissed the blind
violinist and I could see by the look in their eyes, things were about to
get serious so, I quickly whipped out my "Diabetic's Guide" and turned to
the section on "Penile Dysfunction in Diabetics." Under the sub-section
"eating pizza" I found the notation, "you're not going to get lucky
tonight." Understandably, the girls were very disappointed and one of them
commented, "I bet you listen to Nicky, next time." Embarrassed, I excused
myself, ran to the car and sped home. Once home, I downed a whole bottle of
ALA and raced backed to the yacht. But, It was too late. They had sailed
away with some lawyer from Virginia.



I post this sad experience in reference to my recent comments about the,
relatively, insignificant damage caused by an (very) occasional pizza (pizza
being a metaphor for any rare splurge in an otherwise well controlled diet).
Being less than super-human, I'm forced to anticipate a backslide into
temptation at some low points in the future and I'm sure I'm not alone. As
embarrassing as the above experience was, I'm still not going to feel guilty
next time I can't stand it anymore and err into pizza. Instead, I'm
thinkin - penile implant.



John

Well, I walked into this one thinking it was fantasy ...
Now I want to know WHICH TOWN ?

F

"johnniemccoy@" <johnniemccoy@NOSPAMhotmail.com> a écrit ...
> The other night, I was out dancing at our town's hottest nightclub where
> I'm well known as a man-about-town. After winning the disco contest and
> agreeing to help the band out by singing a few songs, I noticed two
> absolutely gorgeous blondes sitting at a table starring, seductively, in
> my direction. I detached myself from my usual ring of adoring admirers,
> sauntered over to their table and invited myself to sit down. Seeing me
> close up, they immediately recognized me as a famous diabetic and invited
> me back to their yacht. Once there, I lay back on perfumed cushions while
> they fed me peeled grapes and plied me with Dom. After an hour or so, we
> dismissed the blind violinist and I could see by the look in their eyes,
> things were about to get serious so, I quickly whipped out my "Diabetic's
> Guide" and turned to the section on "Penile Dysfunction in Diabetics."
> Under the sub-section "eating pizza" I found the notation, "you're not
> going to get lucky tonight." Understandably, the girls were very
> disappointed and one of them commented, "I bet you listen to Nicky, next
> time." Embarrassed, I excused myself, ran to the car and sped home. Once
> home, I downed a whole bottle of ALA and raced backed to the yacht. But,
> It was too late. They had sailed away with some lawyer from Virginia.
>
>
>
> I post this sad experience in reference to my recent comments about the,
> relatively, insignificant damage caused by an (very) occasional pizza
> (pizza being a metaphor for any rare splurge in an otherwise well
> controlled diet). Being less than super-human, I'm forced to anticipate a
> backslide into temptation at some low points in the future and I'm sure
> I'm not alone. As embarrassing as the above experience was, I'm still not
> going to feel guilty next time I can't stand it anymore and err into
> pizza. Instead, I'm thinkin - penile implant.
>
>
>
> John
>
>

" Frank t2" <a@b.c> wrote in message
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>
> "johnniemccoy@" <johnniemccoy@NOSPAMhotmail.com> a écrit ...
>> The other night, I was out dancing at our town's hottest nightclub where
>> I'm well known as a man-about-town. After winning the disco contest and
>> agreeing to help the band out by singing a few songs, I noticed two
>> absolutely gorgeous blondes sitting at a table starring, seductively, in
>> my direction. I detached myself from my usual ring of adoring admirers,
>> sauntered over to their table and invited myself to sit down. Seeing me
>> close up, they immediately recognized me as a famous diabetic and invited
>> me back to their yacht. Once there, I lay back on perfumed cushions while
>> they fed me peeled grapes and plied me with Dom. After an hour or so, we
>> dismissed the blind violinist and I could see by the look in their eyes,
>> things were about to get serious so, I quickly whipped out my "Diabetic's
>> Guide" and turned to the section on "Penile Dysfunction in Diabetics."
>> Under the sub-section "eating pizza" I found the notation, "you're not
>> going to get lucky tonight." Understandably, the girls were very
>> disappointed and one of them commented, "I bet you listen to Nicky, next
>> time." Embarrassed, I excused myself, ran to the car and sped home. Once
>> home, I downed a whole bottle of ALA and raced backed to the yacht. But,
>> It was too late. They had sailed away with some lawyer from Virginia.
>>
>>
>>
>> I post this sad experience in reference to my recent comments about the,
>> relatively, insignificant damage caused by an (very) occasional pizza
>> (pizza being a metaphor for any rare splurge in an otherwise well
>> controlled diet). Being less than super-human, I'm forced to anticipate a
>> backslide into temptation at some low points in the future and I'm sure
>> I'm not alone. As embarrassing as the above experience was, I'm still not
>> going to feel guilty next time I can't stand it anymore and err into
>> pizza. Instead, I'm thinkin - penile implant.
>>
>>
>>
>> John
>>
> Well, I walked into this one thinking it was fantasy ...
> Now I want to know WHICH TOWN ?
>
> F
>
Oh no... not a fantasy. I never post things that aren't true. The town? St.
Petersburg, Florida. The club? Captain Kosmokos in St. Pete Beach. The
yacht? In the marina behind the club.
Really. Trust me.

John

John

.... and to think I nearly got a posting to Tampa in the 1980s ...


"johnniemccoy@" <johnniemccoy@NOSPAMhotmail.com> a écrit ...
>
> Oh no... not a fantasy. I never post things that aren't true. The town?
> St. Petersburg, Florida. The club? Captain Kosmokos in St. Pete Beach. The
> yacht? In the marina behind the club.
> Really. Trust me.
>
> John

On Sat, 04 Aug 2007 03:26:38 GMT, "johnniemccoy@"
<johnniemccoy@NOSPAMhotmail.com> wrote:

>I'm still not going to feel guilty
>next time I can't stand it anymore and err into pizza. Instead, I'm
>thinkin - penile implant.

Could'a been the Dom - my heart bleeds for you, John : )

Of course you've got to go wild sometimes. Just do it mindfully...

Nicky.
T2 dx 05/04 + underactive thyroid
D&E, 100ug thyroxine
Last A1c 5.6% BMI 25

John what a wonderful dream that was. As long as it opened your eyes,
it had a two fold benefit. You wont eat pizza an you might get a penile
implant.

I am glad you came to your senses.

Loretta

Reminds me of a story my wife tells about her tender days in the Kolkhoz
at "youth camp" ... (ages 8 - 11 at the time)
The boys all knew she knew lots about biology even as a kid, used to run
and ask her if 'it' had a bone in it ...
lol ...


"johnniemccoy@" <johnniemccoy@NOSPAMhotmail.com> a écrit ...
> The other night, I was out dancing at our town's hottest nightclub where
> I'm well known as a man-about-town. After winning the disco contest and
> agreeing to help the band out by singing a few songs, I noticed two
> absolutely gorgeous blondes sitting at a table starring, seductively, in
> my direction. I detached myself from my usual ring of adoring admirers,
> sauntered over to their table and invited myself to sit down. Seeing me
> close up, they immediately recognized me as a famous diabetic and invited
> me back to their yacht. Once there, I lay back on perfumed cushions while
> they fed me peeled grapes and plied me with Dom. After an hour or so, we
> dismissed the blind violinist and I could see by the look in their eyes,
> things were about to get serious so, I quickly whipped out my "Diabetic's
> Guide" and turned to the section on "Penile Dysfunction in Diabetics."
> Under the sub-section "eating pizza" I found the notation, "you're not
> going to get lucky tonight." Understandably, the girls were very
> disappointed and one of them commented, "I bet you listen to Nicky, next
> time." Embarrassed, I excused myself, ran to the car and sped home. Once
> home, I downed a whole bottle of ALA and raced backed to the yacht. But,
> It was too late. They had sailed away with some lawyer from Virginia.
>
>
>
> I post this sad experience in reference to my recent comments about the,
> relatively, insignificant damage caused by an (very) occasional pizza
> (pizza being a metaphor for any rare splurge in an otherwise well
> controlled diet). Being less than super-human, I'm forced to anticipate a
> backslide into temptation at some low points in the future and I'm sure
> I'm not alone. As embarrassing as the above experience was, I'm still not
> going to feel guilty next time I can't stand it anymore and err into
> pizza. Instead, I'm thinkin - penile implant.
>
>
>
> John
>
>

"Loretta Eisenberg" <sassybklynlady@webtv.net> wrote in message
news:12323-46B46D9F-286@storefull-3237.bay.webtv.net...
> John what a wonderful dream that was. As long as it opened your eyes,
> it had a two fold benefit. You wont eat pizza an you might get a penile
> implant.
>
> I am glad you came to your senses.
>
> Loretta
>
Why doesn't anybody ever believe my stories?

John

On Sun, 05 Aug 2007 04:41:10 GMT, "johnniemccoy@"
<johnniemccoy@NOSPAMhotmail.com> wrote:

>
>"Loretta Eisenberg" <sassybklynlady@webtv.net> wrote in message
>news:12323-46B46D9F-286@storefull-3237.bay.webtv.net...
>> John what a wonderful dream that was. As long as it opened your eyes,
>> it had a two fold benefit. You wont eat pizza an you might get a penile
>> implant.
>>
>> I am glad you came to your senses.
>>
>> Loretta
>>
>Why doesn't anybody ever believe my stories?
>
>John
>
>
No idea. On a literary note, did you ever hear the story
about "The boy who cried 'Wolf!'"?






Cheers, Alan, T2, Australia.
d&e, metformin 1500mg, ezetrol 10mg
Everything in Moderation - Except Laughter.
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"Alan S" <loralgtweightandcarbs@gmail.com> wrote in message
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> On Sun, 05 Aug 2007 04:41:10 GMT, "johnniemccoy@"
> <johnniemccoy@NOSPAMhotmail.com> wrote:
>
>>
>>"Loretta Eisenberg" <sassybklynlady@webtv.net> wrote in message
>>news:12323-46B46D9F-286@storefull-3237.bay.webtv.net...
>>> John what a wonderful dream that was. As long as it opened your eyes,
>>> it had a two fold benefit. You wont eat pizza an you might get a penile
>>> implant.
>>>
>>> I am glad you came to your senses.
>>>
>>> Loretta
>>>
>>Why doesn't anybody ever believe my stories?
>>
>>John
>>
>>
> No idea. On a literary note, did you ever hear the story
> about "The boy who cried 'Wolf!'"?
>
Yes. As a matter of fact, I told that story in a post about a week ago.

John

"Loretta Eisenberg" <sassybklynlady@webtv.net> wrote in message
news:12323-46B46D9F-286@storefull-3237.bay.webtv.net...
> John what a wonderful dream that was. As long as it opened your eyes,
> it had a two fold benefit. You wont eat pizza an you might get a penile
> implant.
>
> I am glad you came to your senses.
>
> Loretta
>
I was kidding about the penile implant, Loretta. I function just fine..
well, I did the last time I tried and that was just last millennium.

John

I do, John.

Hook, line and stinker ...



"johnniemccoy@" <johnniemccoy@NOSPAMhotmail.com> a écrit ...
>
> "Loretta Eisenberg" <sassybklynlady@webtv.net> wrote ...
>> John what a wonderful dream that was. As long as it opened your eyes,
>> it had a two fold benefit. You wont eat pizza an you might get a penile
>> implant.
>>
>> I am glad you came to your senses.
>>
>> Loretta
>>
> Why doesn't anybody ever believe my stories?
>
> John