Girls! Girls! Girls!
O.K., two girls.
Sammy got a call that there was a party over at Windenburg with pretty girls just waiting for the right guy. Sammy was in the market for a pretty girl.
I'll just sit here by myself and look at the pretty girls. Maybe one will stand out.
Maybe if I sneak up a little closer and take a peek. I like yellow cleavage girl. Because, well, cleavage!
Oh wait! How about the sweet girl with the glow of an angel. I'll try to talk to her and hope she doesn't automatically hate me like all the other girls.
Maybe if I bust a move she'll notice me.
It worked! She's smiling at me. I'm going to go over there and get her digits.
Sammy soon had to go home because he really isn't a party animal and it was way, waaaay past his bedtime. But he didn't leave before meeting the lovely Theresa Babcock.
He did not waste a single second asking her out on a date.
And she really liked him too. Look at the way she looks at him.
Sammy's not much of a smooth operator.
He lunged at Theresa. She didn't really seem to mind.
But one person did mind. From beyond the grave.
"He's a grown boy and I'm dead. There is no reason why his date is making me fiery red angry."
"Oh love! You've come back from beyond."
"You remember our love! You remember how it was all and everything."
"Sarah, my love. Let's one more time celebrate our happiness."
"And remember how great it was just to be us."
"Let's not begrudge our only son such happiness."
"What is it, Sammy?"
"Nothing, Theresa. Except I'm not the only one who thinks you're the best thing since sliced garlic bread with bruschetta."
Sammy made it home from his date as the sun was rising.
Just in time to get a congratulatory hug from his much missed mom.
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