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A creepy Mayor making his exit throws a party for his gal Friday. What happens when his gals Monday and Tuesday show up, along with a stalker from Malden, and a vulgar blackmailer whose daddy was a corrupt cop?
This is part of our Delusional Fiction Series
MOE WALSH is the Homosexual Mayor of the major city in the fictional state where this story is told. One of the minor mayors in a community 5 miles north of Moe's city got into a heap of trouble, and tried to put one of his subordinates in as mayor after the FBI told him in no uncertain terms to get outta Dodge.
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The Barbecue
Ms. Darth Manchurian: It's so nice of you to throw me this barbecue, Emperor. Good to see you and your wife have patched things up.
Emperor: If you call a $200,000 weekly payout to my spouse and a stiff drink at the Hawkside patching things up.
Ms. Darth Manchurian: I'm still pissed at you for making me accept the reprobate's endorsement?
Emperor: Which one? The grave robber or the pizza thief?
Ms. Darth Manchurian: All of the above.
Emperor: Look at the bright side, I could make Adam spend the day with you hammering in the campaign signs at all the homes of the union people forced to plant your promotional b.s. even though I know they are voting for the other guy.
Ms. Darth Manchurian: UGGGH! You drive a hard bargain.
Emperor: Not anymore, not after my doctor told me I can't see Alice.
Ms. Darth Manchurian: See Alice? Alice Cooper with Motley Crue, August 15. Got my tickets already.
Emperor: Cialis! Cialis!
Ms. Darth Manchurian: Speaking of which, I thought your wife Sshyamalan had banned Laddy and Lucinda.
Emperor: She did. I think this is what they call crashing a party.
Lucinda goes over and grabs the Emperor below the belt. "And you thought the Patriots were going to fight deflategate."
Ms. Darth Manchurian looks with jaundiced eye at one of her two former secretaries, shaking her head in disbelief.
Emperor: I begged you not to come.
Laddy: You can't so she did.
Suddenly the wife comes out, fury in her eyes.
Emperor: Sorry they showed up, I didn't invite them.
Sshyamalan: It's not them; it's that #%# damn blackmailer on the phone.
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Fingers Fabulist: Sunset Boulevard, Sunset Avenue, Sundown Street, Sunshine Away, you'll never get away with this. After my daddy fleeced Tattle Cab he told me all about you.
Emperor grabs the phone from his wife's hand and says "I'm out of the game."
Fingers Fabulist: You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'll put melted crayons in cousin Johnny's oxygen tank if you don't pay up
TO BE CONTINUED....
Any resemblance to people living or not dead yet is purely coincidental. This is a delusional blog, remember?
