Private Eye

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by Glockrunner, Mar 12, 2007.

  1. Glockrunner

    Glockrunner HOOYA DEEPSEA

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    Sep 10, 2001
    I'm Joe Friday, private eye. I work on Tuesday, Tuesday's my secretary.

    Yesterday I was working in my New York office when there was a knock at the door, scared me half out of my secretary.

    Then a tall blonde walked by, I knew she was tall 'cause we were on the 7th floor.

    The phone rang. It was a client. I knew something was wrong because she told me there was.

    I raced down the stairs, called a taxi, the taxi stopped with a jerk, the jerk got out and I got in.

    We took the corner at 80 miles an hour. A cop stopped us and told us to put it back.

    Then we were driving on the sidewalk because there was a sign that said "keep deaths off the roads."

    We were getting further out of the city. I knew this because we weren't hitting so many pedestrians.

    When I got to my client's house she greeted me with a burning kiss. Then she took her cigarette out and kissed me again.

    There was a man on the floor. He had bullet wounds to the head and stab wounds to the heart. He was dead so we went for a drive in the country.

    Then a brick came through the window, hit her on the left tit and broke four of my fingers.

    We got a flat tire. She pumped and I pumped, she pumped and I pumped. Then we got out and fixed the tire.

    When we got back to my clients house she invited me in for a root beer. The root was nice but the beer was flat.

    I was giving her a goodnight kiss but she closed her legs and broke my glasses.
  2. Blitzer

    Blitzer Cool Cat

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    Jan 15, 2004
    The communist's play ground of OHIO
    Ancient and Adolescent at best.