Rick the Gooser wasn't enjoying a great deal of success with woman or any success, for that matter. This may have been related to his penchant for goosing girls in bars. Rick the Gooser was the total goose artist. He could be walking one way and the girl walking the other. He would time it perfectly and he needed that because he knew we were watching him.
Rick the Gooser, the goose master, makes his move. The girl's mouth goes open in a gasp, and Rick the Gooser is gone like last week's weather report.
He reappears momentarily to take a little bow as we recognize, yes, Rick the Gooser is the greatest.
We can cheerfully report did find himself a girlfriend as, no matter how clumsy we were, eventually that seemed to happen. As to whether he ever goosed her, you will have to ask him for yourself.
Note: in Euro this is nonsexual (mostly) ass-grabbing. There's a quick hello grab of her ass and then release. Then disappear. It is not well-received by American women ... nor likely any women.
Don't tell me this is so horrifying as you were there too in Reflections and this was the main walking path in front of the stage. He wasn't Rick the Rapist but Rick the Gooser. Who knows if it was so good or so bad but it sure was standard practice in some kinds of bars. I got my ass grabbed from time to time. You can turn around to look if you like but you won't spot who did it, not if they have the goosing talent of Rick the Gooser.
I sucked as a gooser or I might have done it more than once. She pinched me and I was thinking, fark, it wasn't a grope but rather a hello, it's kind of loud in here. That was the beginning and the end of my goosing career (sob). I'll never make it as an Italian.
There has been a request for more historical documents and some focus on what was it like in the old country, Australia. Those are little unusual to satisfy as they have come out previously as Reverend Sasquatch bits with young Silas learning about smoking cigarettes ... by stealing ol' Dad's pipe tobacco and wrapping it in newspaper. These ones have kind of a Norman Rockwell vibe to them which is good but not much for thigh-slapping funny.
The regulars have met Lotho, Cadillac Man, the Roamin' Ol' Dog, and now Rick the Gooser but doing a whole roster of that network of infamy would be daunting ... and possibly incriminating. We weren't that bad, tho ... not really bad. Only one major felony with the kidnapping (shrug).
(Ed: what's a major felony?)
Anything getting over five years in stir, we're callin' major.
(Ed: you may want to revise that felony count higher then)
How high?
(Ed: no way of knowing. Just be glad of the statute of limitations.)
Well, I know we didn't do any thug stuff like murderin' or rapin'.
(Ed: that's the sort of thing which will get you sainted, isn't it. At least I didn't rape or kill anyone. Sure, that will work.)
(Ed: say it with me. Saint Silas, he didn't kill anyone. Kinda has a ring to it, don't it.)
OK, no sainthood for me but how the hell do I bring this story back to Rick the Gooser.
Rick the Gooser, the goose master, makes his move. The girl's mouth goes open in a gasp, and Rick the Gooser is gone like last week's weather report.
He reappears momentarily to take a little bow as we recognize, yes, Rick the Gooser is the greatest.
We can cheerfully report did find himself a girlfriend as, no matter how clumsy we were, eventually that seemed to happen. As to whether he ever goosed her, you will have to ask him for yourself.
Note: in Euro this is nonsexual (mostly) ass-grabbing. There's a quick hello grab of her ass and then release. Then disappear. It is not well-received by American women ... nor likely any women.
Don't tell me this is so horrifying as you were there too in Reflections and this was the main walking path in front of the stage. He wasn't Rick the Rapist but Rick the Gooser. Who knows if it was so good or so bad but it sure was standard practice in some kinds of bars. I got my ass grabbed from time to time. You can turn around to look if you like but you won't spot who did it, not if they have the goosing talent of Rick the Gooser.
I sucked as a gooser or I might have done it more than once. She pinched me and I was thinking, fark, it wasn't a grope but rather a hello, it's kind of loud in here. That was the beginning and the end of my goosing career (sob). I'll never make it as an Italian.
There has been a request for more historical documents and some focus on what was it like in the old country, Australia. Those are little unusual to satisfy as they have come out previously as Reverend Sasquatch bits with young Silas learning about smoking cigarettes ... by stealing ol' Dad's pipe tobacco and wrapping it in newspaper. These ones have kind of a Norman Rockwell vibe to them which is good but not much for thigh-slapping funny.
The regulars have met Lotho, Cadillac Man, the Roamin' Ol' Dog, and now Rick the Gooser but doing a whole roster of that network of infamy would be daunting ... and possibly incriminating. We weren't that bad, tho ... not really bad. Only one major felony with the kidnapping (shrug).
(Ed: what's a major felony?)
Anything getting over five years in stir, we're callin' major.
(Ed: you may want to revise that felony count higher then)
How high?
(Ed: no way of knowing. Just be glad of the statute of limitations.)
Well, I know we didn't do any thug stuff like murderin' or rapin'.
(Ed: that's the sort of thing which will get you sainted, isn't it. At least I didn't rape or kill anyone. Sure, that will work.)
(Ed: say it with me. Saint Silas, he didn't kill anyone. Kinda has a ring to it, don't it.)
OK, no sainthood for me but how the hell do I bring this story back to Rick the Gooser.
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