Now it was time to go see about the bottle. Kelly Grinne was an old friend, if you used the term loosely. She ran a little hole in the wall bar on one of the less respectable side streets. She’d hated the Cat Jugglers and done what she could to help. She was probably up for retirement, too, or at least on Flipper’s list of things to do. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t her real name, but you didn’t ask questions in a place like hers. She wasn’t running girls or guns or drugs, but her place was neutral ground, sacred ground really, for all sorts. Business was good. The Cat Jugglers were leaning on her real hard before we started the hazmat protocols, and she’d seen plenty of their victims come and go, mostly go. She didn’t have a memorial wall for them, but I’m betting she had an image of every one of them burned in memory.
At that moment, I wasn’t inclined to take that bet, and told him so. But all gambling gambits and thoughts of everything else evaporated, and every head in the place – male, female, and everything in between – turned and all eyes riveted themselves on the dame who walked in. I thought it, and maybe everybody else did too. This dame had it, top to bottom, and everything in between. A complete Veronica Lake look-alike.
That’s it! Scratch it right there! Ohh, yes! That feels so good! These head-lice have really been making my life miserable. I’ve off-loaded a kettle-full by now.
I can’t help it if your pet dung beetles are now munching their way through the soggy carcasses (have you any idea how many lice it takes to make up a kettle full of munchables?).
Ohh, that’s it! A little to the right. Careful now; your head-scratcher is kinda sharp….
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 6 years ago
He should have seen that coming…
Huckleberry Hiroshima about 6 years ago
It was a proximity thing. Forgive him, for he knows not what he does.
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 6 years ago
Now it was time to go see about the bottle. Kelly Grinne was an old friend, if you used the term loosely. She ran a little hole in the wall bar on one of the less respectable side streets. She’d hated the Cat Jugglers and done what she could to help. She was probably up for retirement, too, or at least on Flipper’s list of things to do. I’m pretty sure that wasn’t her real name, but you didn’t ask questions in a place like hers. She wasn’t running girls or guns or drugs, but her place was neutral ground, sacred ground really, for all sorts. Business was good. The Cat Jugglers were leaning on her real hard before we started the hazmat protocols, and she’d seen plenty of their victims come and go, mostly go. She didn’t have a memorial wall for them, but I’m betting she had an image of every one of them burned in memory.
coltish1 about 6 years ago
At that moment, I wasn’t inclined to take that bet, and told him so. But all gambling gambits and thoughts of everything else evaporated, and every head in the place – male, female, and everything in between – turned and all eyes riveted themselves on the dame who walked in. I thought it, and maybe everybody else did too. This dame had it, top to bottom, and everything in between. A complete Veronica Lake look-alike.
Howard'sMyHero about 6 years ago
“Parts is parts” ….
Mad-ge Dish Soap about 6 years ago
A Zombie reality bit would be fun. Let different Zoms into a discussion of what doesn’t go through their brain.
Rotifer HEATHEN POTATO WE KNEW YE WELL Thalweg Premium Member about 6 years ago
Better Kettle than metal
Better Beetle than fetal
Larry Miller Premium Member about 6 years ago
I bet it’s the spout she’s complaining about.
Meh~tdology, fka Pepelaputr about 6 years ago
Beatle Kettle is dead.
Brass Orchid Premium Member about 6 years ago
“Bite my shiny beetle parts!”
Sisyphos about 6 years ago
That’s it! Scratch it right there! Ohh, yes! That feels so good! These head-lice have really been making my life miserable. I’ve off-loaded a kettle-full by now.
I can’t help it if your pet dung beetles are now munching their way through the soggy carcasses (have you any idea how many lice it takes to make up a kettle full of munchables?).
Ohh, that’s it! A little to the right. Careful now; your head-scratcher is kinda sharp….