texts: What do you mean police dog? </s> <s> Plain-clothes man.  Come on, slaves, drink and be merry for tomorrow you might be appointed correspondent to Washington ... a fate worse than death. </s> <s> Listen, Flo, cut it out. Hard-Tack is pretty sore.
labels: Ain't that something. The mad monk of Manhattan. Here goes nothing.  Listen to the animal cracker roar like a lion.