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Post by leslie on Mar 21, 2010 16:17:47 GMT -5
From the land of the Bluenose....it was a day just like any other day and this gumshoe was taken the day off with his main squeeze in tow who wanted to go for a drive in the country side. What's a man to do? This private dick knew which side his bread was buttered on. Of all the broads in all the gin joints why did I have to met this one? Which led to two possibilities; I was on my nineteenth gin and tonic or the broad was a looker! The driving around was not my bag and Marie granted me a reprieve so I geared up for a swish. The horror. The horror as someone had deep sixed these poor golf eggs which led me to two possibilities; someone was trying to spawn aqua eggs or a man with a golf egg whacker had done his dastardly deed. To add to the delemia I swished this out of the water which led me to two possibilites; either it was a woman with a plastic leg or she didn't like her shoes! Enough was enough and this P.I. returned to dry land and swung away as my main squeeze snapped away between reading a Daniel Steele novel....all pulp fiction to this bouy! Never did solve the case but did manage quota which included a games token and 76 coins @$10.24 in the time allotted by the "boss." Some day off as the question kept burning and turning over in my mind like a pig on a spit.......................where was the rest of her?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2010 17:07:54 GMT -5
Were the golf eggs eyeballed, or come up in random scoopfulls ?
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