… but it was voluntarily given.
Not via an FBI guy buying me drinks at a bar with a camo hat on backward saying “hey, Bud, I got a great idea for a crime to commit!”
I replied “I think you meant to say ‘so badly’,, using an adverb to emphasize your desire to become an intern. Unless you actually meant that you want to be a naughty intern. In which case, the job is yours.”
She trammeled up her skirt and pummeled me with affection. At least that’s what I think it was. There was a brief period where the whiskey took over, and so did she. “Just another day at IMAO,” I thought, and then I realized I wasn’t thinking at all.
Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, you walk into IMAO….you brought another dark and stormy and a lighter..you were hired on the spot…and the rest,they say is history…
Sounds like a typical deposition to me…
… but it was voluntarily given.
Not via an FBI guy buying me drinks at a bar with a camo hat on backward saying “hey, Bud, I got a great idea for a crime to commit!”
“I wanna be an intern so bad,” she mouthed.
Try to envision Miss Marilyn Monroe saying that. It’s easy if you try.
“Imagine there’s no heavin’ . . . ”
“Imagine there’s no c*** tries . . .”
“Imagine new positions . . . ”
“Imagine no real itchin’ . . . “
Imagine there’s no countries
It isn’t hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no IMAO, too
Imagine all the Emus:
You’re living — for today . . .
“I wanna be an intern so bad,” she mouthed.
I replied “I think you meant to say ‘so badly’,, using an adverb to emphasize your desire to become an intern. Unless you actually meant that you want to be a naughty intern. In which case, the job is yours.”
I had no need to imagine.
“So, Babesleaga’s not good enough for you, Dollface?”
“That’s some unsteady ground. I’m looking for something a bit… firmer… under me”.
She trammeled up her skirt and pummeled me with affection. At least that’s what I think it was. There was a brief period where the whiskey took over, and so did she. “Just another day at IMAO,” I thought, and then I realized I wasn’t thinking at all.
… it was then that I ditched the cigarette and pulled out a nice, long, fat Cuban.
But the less said about that, the better.
It’s not like I hadn’t been here before: I’d known plenty of dames. And dames had known plenty of me.
Oppo, you writes fiction real good, not having any access to the hiring process for the interns.
Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, you walk into IMAO….you brought another dark and stormy and a lighter..you were hired on the spot…and the rest,they say is history…