


Outside the hotel and getting ready to head back to the con. As we walked, we passed an old black man sitting on a bench, enjoying the lovely morning and checking out the girls' butts. As we walked by I greeted him with "Good morning, Mr. Roundtree" and the girls had no idea who he was. That's when I told them we had just walked past none other than Shaft himself.THE END. (For now...)


1 comment:
Did either of the girls at least ask, "who's the cat who won't cop out when there's danger all about?"
Roundtree is one of the all-time greats.
Post a Comment