Sally Jean was always a pretty young lady and had a nice shape so when my friend, Christopher Aggamenmnon told me that she thought me...I.B. Moleturd... might be a fun date. So I called her up and she agreed we could take a picnic lunch down at the beach Saturday.
Then Aggy hit me two day later with, "You know that Sally Jean done shaved her head?"
Too late, I met Sally at the beach and we had a great big picnic and plenty of beer when she asked me, "Moleturd, we been eating and drinking and all you do is look at my body. I think it would be nice if you looked at my face sometimes."
So I did and right then and there is when it happened. MIGRAINE HEADACHE with the sun reflecting an arc around her head.
I suddenly threw up all over the picnic blanket, me and Sally Jean's swimsuit.
Of my 50 worst dates ever, that HAD to be at least #34 or #35.