Monday, April 20, 2015

Micks, Krauts, and Bootleg Gin

"The little Irish vet who played the spoons yells, "He's probably one of Kaiser Bill's Krauts," which makes the women at the table start laughing, and sends the tough-guy right over the top. He hits the big Mick in the chest with a surprise short jab then draws back his right arm for the finishing blow. But this vet is as big as he is, and faster. He skips the fancy stuff and nails the tough guy with a pile-driver right between the eyes. The bouncer staggers back, and the two others rush in to help him. Now women are screaming all over the place, fists are flying; and I figure it's time to take the girls home."   (from EGYPT BURNING)

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