"My eyebrows went up, but I complied. She half buried her head in my chest."You remember I told you my mom used to have the Met broadcasts on every Sa...urday afternoon, and it's why I decided I wanted to sing opera?" she asked, her voice muffled."Yes." Well, I was, I don't know, eleven or twelve, something like that, and just finding out I had maybe the makings of a real voice, and one Saturday it all came together for me. I remember like it was yesterday. And all of a sudden I just sat up and. This only succeeded in getting my acrylic-encased dick pulled right up to the window. I hoped there were no cars right beside of us.“Let me get us off the interstate.” Kara suggested, looking for an exit. We had just passed exit 398, the Strawberry Plains exit and signs were already announcing construction on exit 402. That only left exit 407, the Winfield Dunn Parkway, more than eight miles away. “Shit!” Kara swore. “Hold on. I’ll get us off of here as fast as possible.”Switching on her. The 87-year-old said, "Well, I eat rye bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you'll have great stamina with the ladies."So, on the way home the 80-year-old stopped at the bakery.As he was looking around, the saleslady asked if he needed any help.He said, "Do you have any rye bread?" Yes, there's a whole shelf of it. Would you like some?"He said, "I want 5 loaves."She said, "My goodness, 5 loaves! By the time you get to the 3rd loaf, it'll be hard."He replied, "I can't believe. You wished to be Kelly's best friend. To reverse the wish, you must wish to be Kelly's father." He said. " But you do make a very pretty girl. You might consider staying one. I have to go now. Good Luck." He walked around a corner and when the girls turned it, he was nowhere to be found." Well, that's a relief. I'd better wait until we get home to that though." Vicki looked at the other girls. They both wore sad faces. " What's the matter?"Mary said. " I think we'll both miss you." Miss me?.