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I have a co-worker who, months ago, regaled me with his tales of all the "screwing around" he did as a grunt in VietNam. Yes, the literal interpretation of it.
Plus, he has told me, off and on, about how he's been to so many different parties where the drinking is going on, and the likelihood of seeing bush, buns, or boobs was pretty high. Come to think of it, it sounds like he'd be disappointed if he didn't see one of the three at a funeral for a relative . . .
Anyway, Mrs. ZBDent and I were virgins when we married. I was not a partier. I didn't smoke. I didn't try marijuana. I haven't touched drugs (except alcohol). I haven't been to a bachelor party, let alone received any "extra-curricular activities" associated with such. I can count on one hand with leftover fingers the number of times I have been inebriated.
So here's the comical part.
The other day, my co-worker asks me to join him in the smoking area (another point; he gets smoking breaks!). We're talking, and he's talking about the upcoming party, and some of the attendees who would have a good chance of flashing some portion of their body normally reserved for private moments.
I realized something, and I mentioned it to him.
He's Catholic (I was originally raised Roman Catholic), and it seems only to manifest itself in the ABORTION issue. It sounds like he's done plenty of "sinning" in the Catholic eyes - I never heard of his trips to the confessional.
What I mentioned was this, and he laughed.
I said: "You call yourself a conservative, and yet I've probably led a more conservative life than you."
He replied that he'd lived a pretty conservative life. How, I wondered. By advocating just the tax cuts and abortion? You're a multi-millionaire? Well, I guess that some "social conservativism" ranks above other "social conservativism" . . .
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