I gave up on Harmony sometime in 1965. She was beautiful, Beaudacious, and sexy. She also gave me, and my three roomates the “crabs.” Yes she was seeing all three of us on different nights. It was A-200 Pryinate for a week, wash all the laundry multiple times, and hope the the crabs were all she gave us.
She thought we were being rather draconian in breaking it off with her. But it was that damned nickname she gave us that settled it. You’d have thought she could come up with one for each of us, but calling all three “Boopsy” was just the final straw. We all loved Harmony, but we couldn’t accept that.
You could say that for the sake of harmony around the house, we gave up Harmony.
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🤣 There was a bar right on the ocean at Pacific Beach in CA. It advertised “Crabs! Crabs! Crabs!” one day as my friend and I approached we noticed a guy standing under the sign scratching in a very, uh, appropriate, area. I’ll just leave that here but I laugh thinking about it.
Crabs did tend to do that to you.
So I’ve, uh, heard…
best noted by reputation than experience!
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