A blue hand has saved me more than once.
In my married days, I would go out and "run the hogs" (for you non Texans is means chasing the ladies).
On the way home, I would stop by the poolroom, find the dirtiest table in the place and rub my hand vigorously back and forth across the cloth. Then, I would take a piece of chalk and finish the job by marking between my fingers. Hence, blue hand.
When I got home, right through the door, my wife would scream, "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"
I'd say I was out having sex with my new girlfriend!
Next, She'd scream, "LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS!!!"
I'd show her and she's scream, "DON'T LIE TO ME , YOU S.O.B.! YOU'VE BEEN OUT PLAYING POOL AGAIN, HAVEN'T YOU?"
Stones
In my married days, I would go out and "run the hogs" (for you non Texans is means chasing the ladies).
On the way home, I would stop by the poolroom, find the dirtiest table in the place and rub my hand vigorously back and forth across the cloth. Then, I would take a piece of chalk and finish the job by marking between my fingers. Hence, blue hand.
When I got home, right through the door, my wife would scream, "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?"
I'd say I was out having sex with my new girlfriend!
Next, She'd scream, "LET ME SEE YOUR HANDS!!!"
I'd show her and she's scream, "DON'T LIE TO ME , YOU S.O.B.! YOU'VE BEEN OUT PLAYING POOL AGAIN, HAVEN'T YOU?"
Stones