Mop-Etta: “Do you really love me?”
Gene: “With all of my heart, because that’s what the lyrics in this song say.”
Mop-Etta: “But you understand that we can never have children because, well, I don’t have any lower organs.”
Gene: “It doesn’t matter, my floor-cleansing beauty. We can always adopt. I’m sure there’s an abandoned Swiffer out there that needs a good home. Besides, I’m probably sterile from wearing these high-waisted pants.”
Mop-Etta: “I’m so happy! And horny. Take me now and show me the man you can be. But first…”
Gene: “Yes, my bleach-scented beloved?”
Mop-Etta: “Could you shove me in that bucket over there and crank me through the wringer? There are some things in my hair that you really don’t need to know about.”
Originally published in “Crusty Pie” on 08/13/15 and “Bonnywood Manor” on 12/11/15. No changes made. I just thought we needed more joyous dancing and unconditional love these days. Speaking of, to those of you who have already seen and commented on the previous versions of posts (yes, I go back and check) and yet do so once again when I recycle: Thank you. Your kindness is most assuredly appreciated. Now, let’s dance.
Categories: Past Imperfect
Bonnywood Manor 
Hahaha. 😊
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Life is just a dance… 😉
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I lost it at “yes, my bleach scented beloved” 🙂 LOL
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I thought you might enjoy that bit… 😉
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Hmm I don’t think the high waisted pants caused a problem, because in real life I baby sat his great grandkids. 🙂
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Whew! I was really worried for him… 😉
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I had the most humongous crush on Gene throughout my youth and if pushed, admit I still do. I also sometimes dance with my steam-mop … but I don’t harbour any notion of a relationship with it. I don’t think …. 💃
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I had a crush on Mr. Kelly as well, although I typically went for the more brooding type who would make fun of dancing but secretly yearned to do so. (Wow, there’s some psychology in THAT line.) And I used to dance with the vacuum cleaner, until that unfortunate incident with one of the special attachments…
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Keep it safe … don’t plug in 😉
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Ah…the bleach scent of young love…koff koff ** lust ** koff koff…that wringer probably had a right good work-out, one way and another. Certain er ahem STICKY substances can be a bitch to get out of one’s hair….
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I have no idea what you’re talking about, with the sticky substances. (Said with fingers firmly crossed behind my back…)
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“My bleach-scented beloved.” Ha ha ha.
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Such passionate poetry, yes? 😉
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Definitely romantic.
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My Swiffer has volunteer to step in.
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I’ll call the agency and have things arranged… 😉
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Well, you already know my feelings/yearnings for Gene, so if I did like and comment before, I can’t help but do it again.
Sigh.
Those eyes…
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Yep, the eyes with their delicate hint of sadness…
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Lol snort. Oh this is great! She likely does need her hair washed…
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We’ve all known the shame of needing a good rinse… 😉
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