. . . . "Shirley", as they might then be subject to puerile jokes cracked by Leslie Nielsen, which would ultimately result in . . . .
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. . . . "Shirley", as they might then be subject to puerile jokes cracked by Leslie Nielsen, which would ultimately result in . . . .
a bizarre and unfortunate incident with an amourous auto-pilot dummy. Still, that might not be...
...so far fetched, since Dame Lola Ingrid obviously suspected something!. I wondered if she wanted me to prove her husband's indiscretions or find...
this double crossing jerk and make him cough up enough mamuza to keep Lola Ingrid from also having me push a couple pills into him, and not the kind the doctor hands out. She said he hung out at a nightclub called the Blue Flamingo, which didn't help...
since the only nightclub in this dump of a town was called The slightly offwhite, somewhat tan with a hint of yellow Flamingo and so I had to....
...head over to PI Depot to buy 127 blue highlighters. Armed with these and...
a featherduster, I marched down the street. Suddenly, I heard a....
...voice in my head say, "Better quote the Dame a fee while you still can!"
"Shhhh!" I said. "I'm thinking...!"
"What?" she said.
"Hmmm?" I said.
"Don't 'shhh' me! I wasn't saying anything!"
"Don't tell me!" I replied. "Now, please state your case, then I'll state my fee, and then we can get on with...
...your political indoctrination. Now, your mom tells that you've been...
and just then I woke up in my office chair with a wicked hangover. I had a buzzing in my ears like a millon angry hornets. Wait. That was the door buzzer. Danged if the same dame wasn't back. I hoped she had the facts this time, because a full precussion band was playing in ...
The PI office next door and it was really annoying me. Danged if the oddest thing didn't happen next...
The dame slaps five c-notes down on my cluttered desk, and says in a more cultured voice than her appearance warranted, "There's your pay for the next week. I need you to tail a man for me." For five c-notes, I trail the dude to...
...kindergarten, when he proceeded to sit on the floor and play with the other children. I began to wonder...
if somebody wasn't losing their mind. "Was it me?" I thought and suddenly I noticed that the kindergarten teacher looked exactly like a ....
bombshell Danish professor I'd had in my Oxford years with whom my relations were not always the most, shall we say, academic. This made me wonder if...