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59 minutes ago, Historian said:

What's that cat's story.

You can you make a Carbon copy.

Don't touch that dial.

Don't forget to pull the chain

Don't take any wooden nickels.

Whistle while you work, Hitler is a jerk.

 

Whistle while you work, Hitler is a jerk, Mussolini bit his..... LOL. tom. :whistling:?

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There i was in the salt mine with a cup of burnt Joe that might have used some love from an armored heifer to take it's bite away.

That's when she walked in.  A tall blonde, with yams from the floor to heaven.  She has the look of a desperate dame.  One who wanted a gum shoe like me to make a play on her needs.  You knew she was someones old lady. You knew Mr Money Bags was there somewhere i the background.

Like i said, a cookie with problems.  

I thought what the hell. Clams were not falling like penny's from heaven.  I was light on greenbacks. She looked like she could be on the beam to makin my bill fold fat again.

So i figured i needed to hear this broad's story. But i didn't want to seem like too much of eager beaver, or too much of a rookie, this wasn't my first dance with a jive bomber.

I had well laid plans to be her ace in the hole. This one could be above my pay grade but i figured i knew this cat's kind.

That's when i ask the dish to have a seat and stuck around.  Toots could take powder later.  The last thing i wanted her to do was run out of gas.  She could be a real pain the neck at that point.

And that's not what i need.

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2 minutes ago, Historian said:

There i was in the salt mine with a cup of burnt Joe that might have used some love from an armored heifer to take it's bite away.

That's when she walked in.  A tall blonde, with yams from the floor to heaven.  She has the look of a desperate dame.  One who wanted a gum shoe like me to make a play on her needs.  You knew she was someones old lady. You knew Mr Money Bags was there somewhere i the background.

Like i said, a cookie with problems.  

I thought what the hell. Clams were not falling like penny's from heaven.  I was light on greenbacks. She looked like she could be on the beam to makin my bill fold fat again.

So i figured i needed to hear this broad's story. But i didn't want to seem like too much of eager beaver, or too much of a rookie, this wasn't my first dance with a jive bomber.

I had well laid plans to be here ace in the hole. This one could be above my pay grade but i figured i knew this cat's kind.

That's when i ask the dish to have a seat and stuck around.  Toots could take powder later.  The last thing i wanted her to do was run out of gas.  She could be areal pain the neck at that point.

And that's not what i need.

That sounds like a Travis McGee Novel!!!

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5 minutes ago, Historian said:

There i was in the salt mine with a cup of burnt Joe that might have used some love from an armored heifer to take it's bite away.

That's when she walked in.  A tall blonde, with yams from the floor to heaven.  She has the look of a desperate dame.  One who wanted a gum shoe like me to make a play on her needs.  You knew she was someones old lady. You knew Mr Money Bags was there somewhere i the background.

Like i said, a cookie with problems.  

I thought what the hell. Clams were not falling like penny's from heaven.  I was light on greenbacks. She looked like she could be on the beam to makin my bill fold fat again.

So i figured i needed to hear this broad's story. But i didn't want to seem like too much of eager beaver, or too much of a rookie, this wasn't my first dance with a jive bomber.

I had well laid plans to be her ace in the hole. This one could be above my pay grade but i figured i knew this cat's kind.

That's when i ask the dish to have a seat and stuck around.  Toots could take powder later.  The last thing i wanted her to do was run out of gas.  She could be a real pain the neck at that point.

And that's not what i need.

with yams from the floor to heaven.  Legs are called Gams. tom. :whistling:

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51 minutes ago, deputy tom said:

I painted that on my van in the early 70s. Mine even had cats paw on the heel. tom.

 

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When we got married the photographer wanted a picture of us leaving the alter. I had my foot angled up  like that and he asked why. I told him I wanted an action shot not a flat footed posed shot. Still have it up in the attic I believe. tom.

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