Posted by
The Big Mick on Tuesday, June 24, 2008 12:41:15
On the verge of sleep, tonight, a further realization about the Gloucester 17 and my desired Outing of them, occurs.
Wait a few months and that will take care of itself.
In fact, some far sighted and sagacious, even wily, Tabloid Editor should even now be screening his reporters for one who can go undercover as a High School Transfer Student this September at Gloucester High.
By Christmas we should all know these girls names, their parents, and at least the Street Word on who the Daddy's are.
That same hypothetical Wily Editor should also be planning on placing undercover reporters in all the Maternity Wards of Gloucester and environs. That should get a line on the dads!
On the other hand, a modest amount of Green Lubricant, in economically distressed Gloucester, should render an actual undercover reporter in the Hospitals unnecessary. Come to think of it, an open palm would probably have equal success at the High School.
Consider it an investment.
If somebody isn’t already laying out a book and movie deal, a decades long study of the progeny of the Gloucester 17, at least 3 Masters and a Doctoral Thesis, and TWO Reality TV shows, then the ENTIRE country, not just Gloucester and Yankeeland, is buck naked stupid.
You watch.
The Big Mick