The Case of The Missing 11,780 Georgia Votes
It was the jazz side of midnight. I was working the business end of a bottle of Bunions Bourbon when a dame cast a shadow as curvaceous as a Le Mans track my doorway. “Are you Mr. Schmildlap?” she interrogated. “What’s it to you?” I snapped. She stepped forward and purred, “Kiss me. Now.” I … Read more