The Era -- Day By Day

[Fading Fast]

"Youd'a been real good at camp, Sal," she comments. "I bet t'ey could heeh you yellin' awlaway t' Peekskill...."

You cannot not love Alice.

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Get it in small unmarked bills. Just in case.

Somebody's been watching her film noir ransom movies.

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At least she doesn't smash up police telephone boxes.

How bizarre was that?

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Don't forget to tip the baliff on your way out...

Will they actually serve jail time or appeal until they get a suspended sentence? It will probably come down to if they have money left for lawyers.

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Gawdawmighty, it's the Old Bible sc*m.

A special place in hell.

 

[Fading Fast]

Should be OK now. A confluence of weirdness on my end.

Yes, all is good now. Thank you.

 

[Harp]

The Furness article made interesting read this morning; although as a son who inherited
a shaving mug, I suspect the kid will ultimately be severely disadvantaged by such largess.
And that Oechsner silver spoon oil scion born with a derrick shoved up his ***, is already a wanted man whom will never be assured a woman's genuine love. Ms Briston-a Honolulu Hotel Street
songstress-is the first of many chasers he'll likely contend with. Were I his family counsel, I'd advise at least the nominal GI Bill college route, anonymity, and part time employment.

Terry needs to deliver a coup de grace ******, grab Dragon Gal, and fly straight to Hong Kong
where she can be hospital placed for recovery.