Hey gang,
I don't know about this Tom Jennings "boy-toy" stuff in the south of France, but, let me tell you, my pulse rate started skyrocketing up today, just at the sight of the exceedingly delicious Minnie Duval today!
Yes, Minnie Duval, the "Mrs. Robinson" of PT Collinsport, ME! What I wouldn't give to be a tenant in Madam Duval's "establishment." I understand that the fair lady is not opposed to utilizing the barter system in paying off one's monthly rent. So, perhaps the lovely Ms. Duval and I could come to a mutual agreement on what we could "barter" for the next month's due rent.
Okay, before you condemn me for being fixiated with Ms. Duval, an obviously worldly and experienced goddess/landlady, please try and think of the potential relationship of Minnie Duval and, yours truly, Bob the Bartender, as the Parallel Time equivalent of the Real Time relationship of Demi Moore and Ashton Kutscher, albeit one with just a few more wrinkles and inches around the waistline than those two underaged (at least, in the case of young Mr. Kutscher) narcissists!
I realize that I'm being disloyal to my number one inamorata, Ms. Bathia Mapes, but a bartender of "a certain age" can only wait for so many centuries.
Please forgive me, Bathia, but it's clearly a case of being "Loco de' amor!"
Bob the Bartender, who loves Minnie's extensive bank account almost as much as he loves her timeless beauty.