The "Cocky" Swan

The Swan

The many years that I spent working in and around bars, I have always had lots of fun and heard many a yarn or two. Most of the time I would listen, add my two cents, or throw in a zinger to either get the subject changed, stop an argument, or just to have my own fun (at the patrons expense, of course).
A few years ago, I had the pleasure of having two attractive young ladies sitting at my bar and both women were getting happy and a little daring in their conversation. They were both in their early twenties, and proud of being young and "trendy". They started talking about their secret hidden tattoos and piercings, and the advantage that these items bring to the boudoir. The ladies knew that I was paying attention to I was ignoring their conversation, and I think that they were purposely trying to get a reaction out of me. We'll call these ladies B and the other R.

B: And I just got a new ball for my tongue ring, my BF says that it has doubled his pleasure.
R: My BF got a new spikey ball for his, and I'll say it has really doubled my pleasure that's for sure.
B: Last year I got a little 'one-way' arrow tattooed just below my navel pointing -- I think you know where. At least my BF doesn't need a map anymore.
Frank: (giggle)
R: At least you didn't have to get one on your lower back saying "No Entry"
Frank (giggling, again): I just got a new swan tatoo.
B: Do we need to guess where?
R (to B): Bartender thinks he's a long neck -- If you know what I mean.
Frank (to R): Sometimes.
B and R (together): Sometimes?
Frank: Yeah. Sometimes it says SASKATCHEWAN.

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(AND IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK)