That ridiculous lobster story (what other kind should we post?) reminded me of the young woman sunbathing at Atlantic City, on the topless beach.

It was a Sunday morning.

She heard the church bells, realized she hadn't been to church for a while, jumped up and ran, without even picking up a towel, across the street and into the church.

She sat in a rear pew, and naturally, everyong ignored the fact that she was dressed in nothing but a G-string.

At the end of the service the priest was greeting everyone at the door, when she worked her way up to him he told her she shouldn't come back dressed the way she was.

"What do you mean?" she demanded, "I've got a divine right!"

"Yes," said the priest looking down at her chest, "And you have a heavenly left to match it, but please wear a hat next Sunday."

I like to read.

Have you read "The Single Breasted Russian," by Ibider Tittioff?

Enough (for now)

WR