In the darkness of the all but empty theater balcony, the couple embraced so passionately the man’s toupee slid from his head.
Probing to find it in the darkness, he reached under his date’s skirt.
“That’s it, that’s it!” she gasped.
“It can’t be,” the fellow whispered back, “I part mine on the side.”
Probing to find it in the darkness, he reached under his date’s skirt.
“That’s it, that’s it!” she gasped.
“It can’t be,” the fellow whispered back, “I part mine on the side.”