14 Mar 06
Originally posted by Wulebgrwell... not in the 70's... more like 1969. I did it at a private dinner party though with about 50 people present. The host had a nice pool so I decided to go swimming. Came through the party guests like a bat out of hell and into the pool. Within an hour, all but 5 or 6 of the party goers were all in the pool in the buff.
This 1970s fad was reported at the recent Olympics. Anyone see it?
Anyone do it in the 1970s?
Don't know how safe that was. By that time (1 AM) we had each had about four bottles of Cold Duck and/or Champagne. I didn't see anybody get out of the pool except to get a joint or a brownie.
14 Mar 06
Originally posted by StarValleyWySounds like fun, were there plenty of nice laydeez?
well... not in the 70's... more like 1969. I did it at a private dinner party though with about 50 people present. The host had a nice pool so I decided to go swimming. Came through the party guests like a bat out of hell and into the pool. Within an hour, all but 5 or 6 of the party goers were all in the pool in the buff.
Don't know how safe that wa ...[text shortened]... nd/or Champagne. I didn't see anybody get out of the pool except to get a joint or a brownie.
14 Mar 06
Originally posted by princeoforangeYea. Pretty much "you lay deez and i'll lay deez and everybody happy fellow".
Sounds like fun, were there plenty of nice laydeez?
Those were the days. I am now so old and wrinkled that I cover the mirror just getting out of the shower so as not to melt it down to a puddle of glass.
w.l. bowles follows:
Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace
Of youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair,
That brow untouched by one faint line of care,
To mar its openness, we seem to trace
The front of the first lord of the human race,
Mid thine own Paradise portrayed so fair,
Ere Sin or Sorrow scathed it: such the air
That characters thy youth. Shall time efface
These lineaments as crowding cares assail!
It is the lot of fallen humanity.
What boots it! armed in adamantine mail,
The unconquerable mind, and genius high,
Right onward hold their way through weal and woe,
Or whether life's brief lot be high or low!