It was a hot Saturday evening in the summer of 1960, 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.
'Have a seat in the living room. Would you like something to drink? Lemonade? Iced tea?' 'Iced tea, please,' Fred said.
Mom brought the iced tea. 'So, what are you and Peggy planning to do tonight?' she asked.
'Oh, probably catch a movie, and then maybe grab a bite to eat at the malt shop, maybe take a walk on the beach...'
'Peggy likes to screw, you know,' Mom informed him. 'Really?' Fred replied; eyebrows rose.
'Oh yes,' the mother continued, 'When she goes out with her friends, that's all they do!' '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.
A moment later, Peggy Sue came down the stairs looking pretty as a picture, wearing a pink blouse and a hoop skirt, and with her hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail. She greeted Fred.
'Have fun, kids!' the mother said as they left.
Half an hour later, a completely disheveled Peggy Sue burst into the house and slammed the front door behind her. 'The Twist, Mom!' she angrily yelled to her mother in the kitchen.
'The f*cking dance is called the Twist!'
--The preacher’s wife goes to the store to get something to cook for dinner--
She walks up to the seafood counter and asks, “What’s the special today?”.
“Dam fish”, says the clerk “Excuse me, sir, but you know I’m the preacher’s wife and you shouldn’t use those words.” The clerk, a little embarrassed, says, “No no no.
They were caught by the dam so they’re called dam fish.” The preacher’s wife takes 3, finishes her shopping, and heads home to start preparing dinner.
The preacher arrives home, smells dinner and goes into the kitchen to see what’s cooking. “What smells so good?”, the preacher asks his wife. “Dam fish!” she exclaims.
“Excuse me honey, but you know I’m a preacher and you shouldn’t use that language.” “No dear.
They were caught by the dam so they’re called dam fish.”
she informs him. They sit down at the table with their teenage son and the preacher says “Honey.
Please pass the dam fish.” The teenage son say “Alright pa! Pass the fucking potatoes!”
