All Shook Up.

Good Morning/Evening Sunday Folk,Another grey day here up North but brighter things to come(they say?)

32 years since Elvis died!!,,where has the time gone??,I vaguely recall as a lad of 10  my older sister being inconsolable 

Hilary cleaned up (Again)at the poker night last night, and considerning I taught her how to play I must be missing a trick somewhere along the line!

Apart from George who is Granchildren wrangling today,,have a great Sunday.

Cheers

A few months after his parents were divorced, little Johnny passed by his mom's bedroom and saw her rubbing her body and moaning, "I need a man, I need a man!"

Over the next couple of months, he saw her doing this several times.

One day, he came home from school and heard her moaning. When he peeked into her bedroom, he saw a man on top of her.

Little Johnny ran into his room, took off his clothes, threw himself on his bed, started stroking himself, and moaning, "Ohh, I need a bike! I need a bike!"