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February 16, 2007

Jim: Eating Bullets and Veal Parmesan

In one graceful motion, the dame handed me a photo and the strangest case of my career.

My name’s Saim Dacotti. That’s pronounced ‘Sam’ – the ‘I’ is private. Like me. I dish out justice, bad jokes, and a pretty mean linguini.

The mark was the dame’s husband. His name was Mark. Mark Trigatta. He was the guy who single-handedly killed three bottles of Scotch and the Don’s son. Don.

The picture showed a hulking thug playing a friendly game of cards. The dame said she suspected he was cheating. It was my job to tail him and his new tail.

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Comments

Ow. Well done.

Posted by: Stacy at February 16, 2007 12:54 PM · Permalink

In my defense, I have never heard of this whole 'slap sis' thingie until now.

And 'Zeugma' just sounds wrong on many levels.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at February 16, 2007 12:55 PM · Permalink

Ok, I was going to try this one, but nevermind. ;o)

Well done!

Posted by: Tanya at February 16, 2007 3:22 PM · Permalink