That’s the problem with carrying on an affair with a local gal. Sooner or later you’re bound to get caught. He should have been hitting on an Argentinean, far away from the eyes of a prying press.
“That’s the problem with carrying on an affair with a local gal. Sooner or later you’re bound to get caught. He should have been hitting on an Argentinean, far away from the eyes of a prying press.”
Or some chick on the Appalachian Trail, which does run through North Carolina.
After years of womanizing, some folk, men and women get lazy, and figure they've gotten away with it for so long, they don't have to be careful anymore. I learned that from my ex-husband. He carried on an affair, but didn't have enough concern about getting caught, that he took his girlfriend to all the same places we went to as a family. Normally it's the wife who is the last to find out. I found out right away. I got rid of him 41 years ago. He could be dead for all we know, and we could care less.
That’s the problem with carrying on an affair with a local gal. Sooner or later you’re bound to get caught. He should have been hitting on an Argentinean, far away from the eyes of a prying press.
It’s a bit crude but the “don’t poop where you eat” make a whole lot of sense in these cases.
Yep, cause that always works.
Back in the 1970s, Arkansas Congressman Wilbur Mills had an affair with an Argentinean stripper who went by the stage name of Fanny Foxe, and was caught anyway.
Funny!