What are you guys losing money on?
These dang poker tables.Setantas guaranteed-to-win programme sucks eggs!
Land shark? Oh, loan shark. Never mind.
On second thought - RUN!!!
Stradee running alongside Jesaph with message from Helen of Troy!
Posted at Power Steer thread ~ a christmas present from the Economist posted by Helen ~ overriding supercomputer firewall...
Happy Holidays ~
http://www.economist.com/displaystory.cfm?story_id=1476685
As Diane walks past the table where Trevor and Lola are sitting, she notices their relections in a glass of wine. They seem to be lost in time, treasuring each second. Diane smiles and walks on thinking, "Oh well, some people find it, some don't. I'm glad they have finally found their way to this moment; they've come so close so many times and now is their time."
Just then, she sees Jes, littlek, Peace and Love and hebba racing toward the rear door of the casino. Nearby, at a table, Setanta is trying his best to extract his fingers from a fishnet stocking with a shapely leg firmly ensconced within its tiny knots. He has one of his "Honest, I was just trying to untie this blasted knot for this hard working young lady" looks on his face. Jes calls out for him to just stay put and keep looking innocent. Hah.
Catching up to the others, Diane wonders how in the world hebba manages to find himself in these dangerous situations. Jes and littlek are scolding him as they run for the wizardcasinomobile. "Hebba, how can you be so naive? Bugsy and the boys are killers, they don't give second chances!" Sandra nods her agreement and pushes him toward the back seat of the wizardmobile.
"Ok hebba, we have to figure out how you can pay back Bugsy. Let's find out if he likes art. Maybe you can win him over by sculpting something for him." Putting their heads together, they all start tossing around ideas for some way to save hebba, for he is well worth the effort.
Hey, hey, it's OK. Zooming up in her old but masterfully serviced Volvo 850, Piffka, arrives, waving at her friends. She is dressed in her standard all black and is carrying a small, ivory-handled stick. Smiling her dainty smile she shakes her head and laughs. "You really know how to get yourself into trouble!
Piffka then points out that, "As it happens, Bugsy Siegel owes Meyer Lansky and Meyer Lansky owed my dad... Big Time. There won't be a problem. Let me go talk to the Bug... I'm sure I can straighten this out. You go on ahead."
(whispering..."get out of here") "Mr. Siegel and I will talk."
So the Wizardcasinomobile and its breathless occupants flee the scene.
Piffka saunters over to the car containing Bugsy and the Boys. "How're ya' doin'? 'Member me??? Ya wanna try racin' this piece of 'merican no-how with a real car???"
Virginia Hill looks up from reading her copy of "Molls Illustrated" and yawns. "Oh, Ben! Ben!" she screeches, then goes back to her magazine.
"Yeah, I'm busy!" says Ben Siegel who then looks up from the craps table at Piffka. "Why, hello there." he says, sauntering over.
One of the thugs speaks up. "Boss, this dame here says she's gonna race ya."
"Oh, yeah?" says Ben. "Well, let's see what you've got under the ...
hood."
Warmed by Dianes affection,the walnut man blushes.It seems like he´ll be owing Piffka for quite awhile if she straightens out this Siegel mess.
"Honestly Diane,that Hoochie of his was all over me!!It wasn´t MY fault.And now this loan shark´s after me.How fast does this automobile go anyway?"
Knowing that a carving for Bugsy would take weeks,he settles for a crazy getaway with his pals.
Piffka revs up her piece of Swedish perfection.
I went to Lola's last night,
Henry Miller drove me there
picked me up on his way from his summer home in PTown
W.B Yeats and James Joyce were there as well
i lost my shirt in the card game but had fun, well worth the trip
Piffka is seen leaving the casino. She's looking a bit bedraggled... her hair needs a comb and her scarf is askew. Looking around for her car, she tips the doorman five (she is a tightwad) and climbs into her little black car. The sky is just starting to lighten -- it's been a long night fussing and funning with the guys. Of course, her amazing Vo had scored big with them -- especially in the races she'd devised, like going legal all the way through town (they didn't know how to handle red lights) and fast starts on the freeway (where they tended to dawdle).
Now it was time to head east for some Christmas shopping. That's a long, lonesome road ahead. Time to inhale and enjoy the scenery.
you really inhaled?
jeeesh, even the president doesn't inhale
something wrong with this picture...
Fresh Air... I was inhaling fresh air. My goodness, whatever did you think?
Not being familiar with Nevada,hebba has no idea if the wizard mobile is heading East.If it is then maybe Piffka can catch us up in the Volvo.
He´s also wondering what REALLY happened with the gangsters.Will Piffka ever tell?
Piffka crossed over Hoover Dam and finally connected with Interstate 40... the air is crisp & the sunroof is open, even though it makes the car a little chilly. Thank heavens there was an espresso stand just outside of town.
"Yech. I hate casinos," she thinks as she fondles all the coins in the box of silver dollars on the seat next to her.
"Let's see... late breakfast in Flagstaff and supper in Santa Fe.
Piffka, fresh air?
i got 4 teenagers here, duhhhhh
heading east? to amsterdam no doubt?
Continuing to breathe deeply of sagebrush and pine, Piffka curves in to town and down Main Street. "Do I really want to rush off to New York," she muses, "When the weather is fine & I could brush up on my skiing and have some good Mexican food???"
"I'm at least gonna stay on Route 66 now that I'm here."
The Volvo gives its reassuring little beep as she locks the door with her remote key. She's steps up the wooden stairs of a likely spot, amazed that it is called Lola's Saloon. It doesn't look open, but there's noise coming from the back.
Yeah,a deafening sawing sort of noise.
Hebba got kicked out of the wizardmobile.They all thought he should carve something for Mr.Siegel instead of running away.
Piffka creeps around the back and peers through a grimy window.
There he stands,goggles,ear muffs,dirty baseball cap and a huge chainsaw:a 12 foot tall cockroach is in the making.
"Damnit damnit damn",thinks he.
"Hello!" she says. Hello!"
HELLO, HELLO, HELLO!!!! Oh-Hell!!!
She POUNDS & POUNDS on the dirty window and kicks at the door, but Hebba is oblivious. The noise is deafening, dust is rising. He is creating... something... and is making such a racket that Piffka can no longer hear herself think.
What to do??? Try the door??? Piffka turns the knob and falls into the room which is filled with more noise and dust then she could believe possible.
At least Hebba turns and finally sees her, but he can't seem to get the chainsaw to turn off. He is smiling a wicked grin and she suddenly wonders about his intentions. Chain-Saw Massacre headlines flash through her brain. Good grief, could the foray at the casino have made him crazed?
But no. It was just his normal grin and the machine finally quiets. The buzzing noise had gone on so long that Piffka can't understand his words... only that he is talking. The words begin to clear and she realizes she still can't understand him very well. It's his accent.
"Whatever are you saying??? Slow down, please!" She says. "Are you alright? Where are the others??"
I've been sitting around here for 88 hours, and not one of you have even offered to buy me a drink. ;( c.i.
