"It's not everyday a stranger drops by my office packing fudge."Not family-friendly, but a rolling-on-the-floor-laughing-your-a##-off-and-scaring-the-cat riot! You just gotta read the whole thing.
"This assortment from the Chocolate Shoppe? Try some, Loads. It's divine."
"Slide a couple of those truffles across the desk nice and slow, pally. Then start making with the banter."
"Whatever you say, Loads. Suppose we start with a little story about a certain baby-snatching dame named Palin."
I let the Ruger down slowly and put on the safety. Ma Palin was a Northside moll who had worked her way to the top of the Christianist syndicate. She was too violent and stupid for the Ivy League, but she was an expert at the two things that got you made in her gang -- shooting guns and making babies. I had long suspected some of those babies were fakes. If I could prove it, it would spark an internal war among the Christianist -- and bring down their iron-fisted control of the marriage rackets.
- JP
Can I send you the bill for the cost of cleaning tea from my computer screen?
ReplyDeleteYou were warned, ;-)
ReplyDelete- JP