tonight i had the pleasure of meeting ms the lady's girlfriend.
the door bell rings. as usual the idjits bark and carry on like fools.
fatman opens the door and leads a tall red headed lady into the foyer.
fatman: oscar, meet becky.
the fatman turns and yells to announce thatbecky has arrived. when he looks back at me his beady eyes bugg out of his fat skull.
fatman: why are you dressed like Prince?
and I am: purple silk from head to toe, white ruffles at the end of my sleeves. no pants.
me: enchanté
I kiss becky's hand and she giggles.
fatman: poor oscar. becky is only interested in a man if he has a big wallet.
shoot, fatman, i got the skills to pay the bills.
fatman: honey! oscar kissed becky's hand! she probably has ringworm!
me: (to him) you're a ringworm!
i turns my attention back to becky.
me: let me describe my david lee roth IRA. let me tell you 'bout my percents...
She giggles again.
Fatman wanders off, heads into the bafroom...
when he returns we be gone.
12 hours later.
a blackjack table.
monaco.
the famed monte crisco.
becky is at my side while i (wearing a tuxedo) eye the dealer.
me: always bet on black!
i toss a handful of euros at the dealer!
o- out!
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