tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653044.post-78096926734420725852008-07-16T11:00:00.000-05:002008-07-16T11:00:00.347-05:00Honey, I think we DO need to have more work done on the house next summer. Something involving master carpentry. From the <a href="http://www.mysanantonio.com/news/metro/stories/MYSA071608.1BBikiniMan.4176c5f.html">Express-News</a>:<br /><br /><blockquote> A master carpenter, Duncan has worked at homes across the city, usually with little incident. But there have been a few complaints. During one stint as a site foreman in the Lavaca neighborhood, Duncan estimates that police showed up at least half a dozen times. He was never arrested, and counts only one job lost because of the bikini. (The contractor let him go after a neighbor threatened to contact the news media.)<br /><br />Client Tony Straus, who last month received calls from neighbors worried about a half-naked man in his driveway, says Duncan's work is worth it.<br /><br />“You definitely have to warn your wife before he comes over,” Straus says. “But his work is wonderful.”<br /><br />Sometimes, when the bikini draws the attention of neighbors, Duncan picks up their business.<br /><br />“It's not the intent to advertise this way, but it happens,” he says.<br /><br />Other practical benefits of daily bikini wear include less time and money spent washing and shopping for clothes and easy cleanup after a messy day on the job. </blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FBFUK91u2D8/SH4ZVhdapVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/i0C2S1TV8Zo/s1600-h/bmdrill.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FBFUK91u2D8/SH4ZVhdapVI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/i0C2S1TV8Zo/s400/bmdrill.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223640475346052434" /></a><br /><br />Warn your wife? Well that would just take all the fun out of it. Plus, that would give her time to change into her hotpants and coif her 'do.<br /><br /><blockquote> On one of his regular Thursday night bike rides, Duncan and his crew of cyclists stop along their downtown route for beers at the Mix and Beethoven Maennerchor Halle und Garten. The group ends up at Sam's Burger Joint and Duncan strolls in wearing a banana-yellow bikini, tennis shoes and American flag ankle socks. Duncan stands in the middle of the busy restaurant playing the social butterfly.<br /><br />One woman stops and openly stares at him, taking in every inch of his tiny outfit.<br /><br />“You're looking at me like an object,” he protests weakly.<br /><br />Before their conversation is over, they have talked about their experiences with marriage, being single and grief over lost love.<br /><br />“People are very accepting of the bikini. It's blown me away,” says Alan Sansome, a longtime friend and fellow cyclist who is among the group. “He's got charisma. He can do this stuff. I can't. That's why I like being around him.”<br /> </blockquote><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FBFUK91u2D8/SH4Zl4OwEfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3Au4EbtkMwI/s1600-h/bmcard.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FBFUK91u2D8/SH4Zl4OwEfI/AAAAAAAAAVY/3Au4EbtkMwI/s400/bmcard.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223640756336464370" /></a><br /><br />Thursday nights, eh? Duly noted.shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10299892491490583272noreply@blogger.com