just finished patching the hole in the wall when his wife came home.
I looked in the hole but......
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just finished patching the hole in the wall when his wife came home.
I looked in the hole but......
found no place to stash my trenchcoat. Sheesh, maybe I should look into getting a summer substitute for it.
wiping the beads of sweat from my brow, I...
reviewed the facts in the case. Then I remembered that the tobacco-breathed dame had failed to ...
...give me any facts in the case. I realized she had just been blowing smoke! That gave me an inspiration. I picked up the heavy black receiver of my phone and began to...
beat myself over the head with it, in the hopes of knocking out any other stray thoughts and memories. I then thought to myself "There must....
hi kathy!
. . . be a reason for all these turnips!" suddenly everything became clear. i . . .
...picked up her butt off the floor where she had...
. . . . unceremoniously sprawled as a result of the . . . .
fact that she couldn't see through her own cloud of smog! "Look. If you have a case for me, spill it, or get...
....lost in your own personal haze. Still, I might add that it's not all....
tea and cookies, you know. The detective business is an unforgiving one and...
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Hey lady! :wave:Quote:
Originally Posted by mir
worse still when you've hired a secretary out of pity who speaks not a word of English and is wholly incapable either of brewing tea or baking cookies. But still at the end of the day I find myself remembering what it is that makes it all worth it when I come home to my...
pet centipede named "Snookums". Next to dames, having pets is one of the best parts of...
of being a P.I. But I need facts and I staggered over to my desk. I keep three things in my drawer. Two 45's, I keep them loaded. And a fifth of tequila, which I was praying would...
...keep me loaded. "So, schweetheart," I slurred, either because I was loaded or because I was trying to imitate Bogart,...