Pierre
Fellow
It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1958 and Fred had a date with Peggy Sue. He arrived at her house and rang the bell.
"Oh, come on in!" Peggy Sue's mother said as she welcomed Fred in.
"Peggy will be down in a minute. So, what are you and Peggy planning to do tonight?" she asked.
"Oh, probably catch a picture show, and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the milk bar, maybe walk on the beach.."
"Peggy likes to screw, you know," Mom informed him.
"Is that so?" asked Fred, incredulous.
"Yes," said the mother. "As a matter of fact, she'd screw all night if we let her!"
"Well, thanks for the tip," Fred said as he began thinking about alternate plans for the evening.
"Have fun, kids," the mother said as they left.
Half an hour later, a completely dishevelled Peggy Sue burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.
"The TWIST, Mom, The TWIST!" she angrily yelled at her mother.
"THE DAMN DANCE IS CALLED THE TWIST !!!"
"Oh, come on in!" Peggy Sue's mother said as she welcomed Fred in.
"Peggy will be down in a minute. So, what are you and Peggy planning to do tonight?" she asked.
"Oh, probably catch a picture show, and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the milk bar, maybe walk on the beach.."
"Peggy likes to screw, you know," Mom informed him.
"Is that so?" asked Fred, incredulous.
"Yes," said the mother. "As a matter of fact, she'd screw all night if we let her!"
"Well, thanks for the tip," Fred said as he began thinking about alternate plans for the evening.
"Have fun, kids," the mother said as they left.
Half an hour later, a completely dishevelled Peggy Sue burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her.
"The TWIST, Mom, The TWIST!" she angrily yelled at her mother.
"THE DAMN DANCE IS CALLED THE TWIST !!!"