Tag: Dance

Past Imperfect – #506

During a recent excavation at a long-abandoned country club in the township of Martha’s Future Vineyard, Massachusetts, just south of Cape Cod, a startling discovery was made. In this primitive example of early photography, circa 1778, it appears that the founding fathers of our country perhaps held back […]

Past Imperfect – #289

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 […]

Past Imperfect – #100

Walter, internally: “I don’t know why we’re doing this. I only went on this date so my parents would quit pestering me about the fact that I haven’t shown any interest in women since birth. I want to stay in my father’s will, naturally, because an inherited lifestyle […]

Past Imperfect – #70

It appears that someone on the Admissions Staff at Saint Bernadette’s School for Chaste and Modest Girls made a slight error. Sister Ecclesiasta Mae had something to say about that. “How in Heaven’s glowing name did all of these scoundrels get in here?” Sister Ruthina Anastasia did not […]

Past Imperfect – #389

Once again, the members of Omega Delta Dawn make the walk of shame back to the sorority house after questionable decisions were made at the nearby fraternity… Betty, far left: “You’d think I’d learn one of these days that I shouldn’t drink anything a man is offering. They […]

Past Imperfect – #9

It wasn’t until later in the evening that Philip and Marnie learned the consequences of over-indulging in the cabbage soup on the buffet line at the St. Agnes Social. Sadly, this turbulent revelation came at a most inopportune time, just as Sister Mary Edna took the stage to […]

Past Imperfect – #8

Despite all the prayers and special schooling, Linda’s parents knew that they should probably set aside some money for eventual attorney fees and bail bonds and damage receipts. But Linda didn’t care. She had the music in her. And it was clearly fighting to escape…