Last night at Slick Willie's, our favorite pool hall located in Montrose, we were entertained forst by a table of baby dykes, next to us on one side, then by a couple of hootchie mamas on the other side.

The baby dykes, of course had to have at least one person in their group be 18 to even get a table, but there is no way that all of them were 18. I would guess most of them at about 15-17. True babies, really. They shot pool for less than an hour, likely having pooled their allowance to afford to do so. I can imagine the "Oh yeah, we go their all the time" stories they can now tell to the rest of their associates with a slim margin of legitimacy.

We watched as the six of them strolled out the door after paying and all got into a bright red firebird convertible, new model, likely belonging to the driver's mom or dad.

As soon as they left, the table of hootchie mamas and friends seemed to arrive. They were also quite young, but not really of a class to pull of the title of hootchie. short tight skirts, tight half shirts, heels of 3 inches perhaps, and bad weaves all around. The entourage of these two women seemed only partially interested, likely because the evening, for them, was still quite young.

While there, I purchased a 'RACK-EM' t-shirt where rack-em is type on a license plate which surely will ride across my...err...rack.