Sam's the name, enjoying life is my game and that Halloween when I saw Sally I knew she had to be my next dame.
I was at Joe's place sucking down some liquid of the alcoholic type when I first saw her at the pool table. She was playing with all the balls but none were going in the holes. She was a redhead. Man, I am a sucker for redheads!
I bought her a drink and offered to help her improve her game. I put my hands in hers as I showed her how to handle the pool cue. But she got mad! At me, of all people. Like I did something wrong.
"You think you're hot stuff, do ya? Just because you can play pool," she said.
Man, what a talker! Well, I let her know that I am indeed hot stuff and will accept any dare she challenged. She thought a minute at that and I could tell she was thinking because her eyes were less jumpy.
She took a drag on her cigarette and said, "I want you to go over Niagara Falls in a barrel. You do that and I will sleep with ya."
Sure, baby, I can do that, I told her. I got in my Dodge, drove to the falls and found the place I was looking for: Barrels-R-Us.
A couple tourist-types gawked at me as I approached the falls holding the barrel.
"You ain't really gonna do it, mister, are you?" a girl asked loudly.
Hmmm. Was I? I wasn't sure. I started to think about how I could con her—if I just ripped the barrel up a little and stepped into a shower I might pull this off.
I was just about to figure out how to do this con best when I saw her. She was pulling into a nearby parking lot, apparently curious about what stupidity she can inspire in man.