Obob got new frames

Getting new glasses really isn't a big deal, but humor is. As I was slinging beers Friday night, a regular kept calling me "Woody" after the late great Ohio State coach, Woody Hayes. Mostly the style of horn rimmed frames not punching out Clemson linebackers.

Eventually an attractive lady with an aversion to clothing covering up the landscape between her breasts sat down. After the regular introduced me as Woody, she commented she had a few friends named Woody and really enjoyed Woodys.

Needless to say; myself, the regular, and her fiancee kept giggling like little school boys as she tried to recover. It didn't work.

I also saw a twenty-something guy pick up a cougar. Outstanding.