he was angry at the site of this, b/c yet again he had been mistaken for sadaam hussien, thankfully, he was prepared, and deployed his pop-up bomb shelter
once he got inside and ordered his drink, he sat upon his usual perch at the corner of the bar, when he noticed a beautiful woman looking at him coyly out of the corner of her eye
He believed that she was Aileen Wurnos and was scared of the look he was getting from her, as he told the FBI who he thought was looking at him with hungry eyes, they told him to remain calm and not attract any extra attention to himself from her
but it was dificult for a man with ' I'm rich and single ' tattooed to his forehead not to attract attention and she wandered over and parked it next to him
all the while he was in the phone with the FBI, the woman started talk to him, trying to coax him into hitting on her, as that was Aileens MO....Shed coax them into hitting on here- and shed flip a lid and convince them she was going to show them a good time then shed Kill em.
thankfully George knew this and payed her no mind at all, answering the FBI with yes or no answers so as to not tip her off
running out of yes and no answers , he excused himself and headed for the mens room , seeing a small window he decided to make his escape , he climed out and slinked down the alley tripping over a racoon along the way. As he turned the corner his eyes lit up , there standing before him was...
4 police officers. He was glad to see them, he knew he didnt have much time before aileen came after him. The police Asked him where the woman was, and he directed them inside
When the police entered , the place fell quiet. Someone had unplugged the jukebox. Ignoring yet another typical tv type stereotype they approached the bar .
Got some ID lady ? asked the ' couldn't eat just one box of doughnuts -gut hanging out a mile' seargent.
Ya , I got some ID for you, she replied while reaching into her purse....
she pulled out a 6 pack of hostess mini powdered donuts and the officer completely lost his train of thought. he grabbed the donuts from her hands and started to devour them. One of the other officers piped in with "ma'am- he my be your average stereotypical police officer, but i can not be seduced with donuts, may I see some ID please...
to which she replied ; sure big boy , did I mention I just LOVE a man in uniform ? He frooze in his tracks . What man could resist that line ? Apparently the 3rd officer could .
Shoving his comrad in the fight against crime to one side he asked her the same question. To which she replied ;" It's down here " ,with a sultry voice she added ," I like to keep it in a safe place " . He melted away .
Stepping over a pile of goo that used to be a man, the 4 officer approached , "well now " he said in a high toned voice , placing his hands on his hips he asked , do you have any ID ?
"Sure," she said, "It's right here in my brand new Gucci bag. Luckily, I got it before it's even been released yet. And it goes perfectly with my shoes..."
"Are those Versace? I heard they were coming out with a shoe line, those are just gorgeous!" drooled the officer as he bent down to take a closer look...
as the officer began inspecting and admiring her designer shoes, out of the corner of his eye, he notices a buxom blonde walking toward them. The sequence on her dress was sparlking and attracted the attention of the entire crowd. Her lucious curves fit smoothly in the shimmering as she gently sachet'd to her own tune. The mink fur was gently flailing as she spun, grabbing the attention of the officer.
He couldnt believe that this woman was in from of him... He thought he knew her from way back... the more he thought about it the more curious he was. He walked up to the woman and asked her what her name was
" It's Dough " she replied wryly , " Jane Dough , " but my friends call me Kookie " Tossing whatever colored hair CP gave her to one side she added " You do know that purse is a cheap knock off ? "
"NO way ! " exclaimed our yet to be identified mystery women, " I paid top dollar ! "
" Ya right , sure .. " laughs Jane .
" I can prove it " " said lady x
" How ? asks Jane
" With this ! " says x , She then reaches into her purse and pulls out a credit card reciept from Zac's 10 ave. and hands it to Jane .
" She is correct " says Jane , shoving the reciept under the officers nose , " the cost is here , right .. under.. her.. NAME. "
" Hillary O. Bean " said the man with a 9mm Glock on his hip. " Sorry maam , thought you were ...."
" a knife wielding 2 bit hooker from the sunshine state ? " asked Hill while rolling her eyes,
"Well .. ya ..you sortta look ... HEY ! I just remembered I'm double parked ! Gotta go now" said the man with a badge on chest as he slinked out the door.
IM at an impass , should i stay with girls or go out the door with the cop ?
" Well that was a very clever trick " said Hillary
" speaking of tricks , I need to get to work " answered Jane .
" Your a call girl ? " asked Hillary .
" NO ! " exclaimed Jane , " I'm a magicians assistant and we have a show to do at the old folks home , see ya later " .
As she went out the door she noticed ' the man ' talking to the guy who got this this story going.
" false alarm " he said " but better not safe than not sorry , If you never need us to not arrest someone feel free to not call again". He stepped into his squad car and drove off into the night leaving our hero standing there with a quizical look on his face.
" Taxi " he shouted into the night . Screeeeech went a set of Firestone Firehawks .
" where to mister ?" asked the cigar smoking cud chewing driver .
" to the old folks home" said the guy without a name cause no one has thought to give him one., " I'm going to visit my niece. "