Another Fine Mess
By Ewan
Wed, 22 Apr 2009
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'Hey Jake, c'mon, I'm dyin'
a hunger here. Watch ya got?'
'Got soup! Lentil, don't look
too appetisin' though.'
'Whatcha want for it, Jake?
A dollar? Two? Maybe my
ticket for the Shiksa Club?'
'I'm married ya asshole 'n'
so are you, Mr Jerkoff, right?'
'My guts know my gullet's
slit. Is it Momma's soup?
Did ya go over Saturday?'
'Yeah, Pop asked where ya wuz,
momma, well, watcha spect, huh?
Do ya still got it, Easy?'
'Course I got it, Jake. But hey-
who's gonna win with those odds?
Why'd the old man give me the
damn' ticket? State Lottery?
-Thahellwithit, I tell ya!'
'I'll give ya the soup for the
ticket, Easy. Let's go for a few
at Silverstein's tonite.
Gonna watch the draw with me, brother?'
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