Listen, if our society needs anything right now, it’s these words returned to our vocabulary. Are you with me? Let’s make it happen.
I shared this tale in Don’t be a Florence and Other Vintage Dating Advice that Should be Used Today. This is how proper gals act out on the town.
My friend here in pink, she’s the Real McCoy, I tell ya. I’m the jane in black, showing my gams. Some take me for a moll, and I think that’s the bee’s knees.
We hit this juice joint, and it was the cat’s meow. There we sat, upright and pretty in case some bo was watching. Yea, we’re a couple of hoofers, but no one knew it. We sipped our giggle water, a tad too much for proper gals, and enjoyed all that jazz!
We tried to not be a Florence, with our eager eyes, but we hoped to run into a sheik or a flyboy. We met a couple of cake-eaters all right. We plopped right down on their laps and gave them our full attention. Naturally, we over thirty dames are desperate to land a man.
We sure were a hotsy-totsy couple of owls, alright. My friend wants to visit that gin-mill again. And how!
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