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- October 13, 2010 by gmamia
- The Most Trouble I've Gotten Myself Into...
"Thelma" and "Louise" went to the forbidden Buffalo Chip Campground to see Pirates of the Mississippi. He wouldn't find out....or would he?
Oh how they waited for that day! The long hot summer in the grasslands took its toll on Lois and her mother-in-law. Days of cooking for the harvesters became drudgery. How they longed for a change of pace and scenery.
“So why NOT head to Sturgis?” said Verona to her daughter-in-law.
“What? We country bumpkins in Sturgis?” “You have got to be crazy?” “That place is full of outlaws and renegades!”
“Aww! C-mon, Lois! We only live once!”
“I guess you are right, Verona, it’s time we live a little on the “trashy” side.” “Weren’t we born to be wiiii-i-ld!”
So Lois proceeded to ask her husband, Filbert, what he thought of their Sturgis trip. Fil said, “Okay.” “But whatever you do, don’t go to the chip (The Buffalo Chip Campground) – that place is not for ladies!”
“Alright, Filbert.” “We will stay clear of the chip.”
With that, Verona and Lois roamed north to Sturgis. Oh, what fun they had trying on fur biker hats. They were classy looking ladies. Roper jeans, black fringed jackets made them fit right in amongst the biker crowd. They felt so comfortable- almost too comfortable. Fil’s do not go to the chip message seemed far away when they saw the sign that read, “Pirates of the Mississippi at the Buffalo Chip Campground.” “Let’s go!” yelled Lois.
“Yeah, replied Verona assertively.”
Once at the campground the girls went to park their rear ends on the ground. Weird, nobody else sat down. Whoosh! All too soon, two legged wolves swarmed the girls. The girls slithered out of the pack toward the radio booth.
“And who do we have here?’
“Ahh…I’m Thelma aaand this here is-is… Louise!”
Sheepishly…Lois went along worried Filbert may be listening to the same radio station. Fearful he may detect their voices. “Th-th-that’s right…” “I’m Louise and she’s Thelma”
“And where are you ladies from?” retorted the radio announcer.
Thelma belted, “Bell Fouche!”
Louise all too innocently whispered, “Kyle, SD” (woops) “I-I- mean Whitewood.”
That did it! By the time they headed home late that night, Fil greeted and retorted angrily at the door, “Well hello, Thelma!” “Hello, Louise, from Kyle, SD.”
“H-How did you know?”
“I listened to radio station, KOTA!” “You are never to go to Sturgis without a male chaperone every again!” “Do you understand?” “hump! If you can’t trust your mother and your wife who CAN ya trust?”