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Spam subject line du jour = "Spam Morton". Nice of them to preemptively identify it as spam. Kinda sounds like a third-rate noir detective...
She stood silhouetted in my doorway, cigarette in one hand, a shotgun in the other. "Are you Morton?" she asked tersely.
This wasn't the first time some floozy introduced herself this way, and her shotgun wasn't even the biggest I'd ever seen as a greeting. "Who wants to know?"
"Next bullet in this barrel has the name Spam Morton written on it," she sneered at me through gritted teeth. Dames. Always seem to have something of yours, and still think you owed them more.
"Listen sister, if you're naming your ammunition, it's a sure sign you could use a drink. Siddown, first one's on me."
She stood silhouetted in my doorway, cigarette in one hand, a shotgun in the other. "Are you Morton?" she asked tersely.
This wasn't the first time some floozy introduced herself this way, and her shotgun wasn't even the biggest I'd ever seen as a greeting. "Who wants to know?"
"Next bullet in this barrel has the name Spam Morton written on it," she sneered at me through gritted teeth. Dames. Always seem to have something of yours, and still think you owed them more.
"Listen sister, if you're naming your ammunition, it's a sure sign you could use a drink. Siddown, first one's on me."