A drunk old lady walks into a bar.
The bar is crowded.
Mostly kids, in their 20s.
The Oldie is carrying a horse’s head with her…. and talking to it.
She asks the kids if they have ever had their weasels popped.
The boys act like they do not know what a weasel is.
Old lady, who I will now refer to as OL, orders a Jameson, while singing, “A penny for a spool of thread….”
The boys think this OL is nuts, but they seem curious.
“What is a weasel?” they ask.
OL says: Oh my my, oh hell yes, time to put on my weasel dress.
The boys of summer are laughing, but at a loss.
OL has at least 40 years on all these kids.
She lets them know she is still working: as a glue sniffer during the day, and a pole dancer, at night.
They laugh, drink and toast to the generations!
Who says the baby boomers can’t connect with the x gen. or the Y gen?
If anything, we all have one thing in common:
No one really knows how to pop their weasel.