eodman:

We used to have a local sun worshiper here in Milwaukee named Dick Bacon, who won a few body building titles. His pick up line used to be "Hi, my names Dick Bacon, do you want a strip"? Colorful fella who used to lie on Bradford beach in midwinter with cardboard and foil reflectors around him in order to maintain his natural tan. He died recently, but it was not from skin cancer. He was just a simple blue collar brewery worker who loved sunbathing almost as much as George Hamilton, who I see is working as a pitchman on TV again. I hate men like him who grow old and still look so good.

Oh well, at least I still have all my marbles, but I can't seem to remember where I put them.

Bountyhunter