I'm just a dame, see...a 1940s hard boiled dame in a pencil skirt and stilettos. My silky brown hairbun is home to a bizarre assortment of hats and bobby pins. Any joe who tries to touch me gets a slap on the face and a martini in the lap - his martini. This hard boiled dame can only be tamed by one man...Rabbit McGhee, and his twin brother. But that's another story.
Witchaywoman: I'm just a dame, see...a 1940s hard boiled dame in a pencil skirt and stilettos. My silky brown hairbun is home to a bizarre assortment of hats and bobby pins. Any joe who tries to touch me gets a slap on the face and a martini in the lap - his martini. This hard boiled dame can only be tamed by one man...Rabbit McGhee, and his twin brother. But that's another story.
Um what was the question again... looking at your picture I forget what is it that I`ve just read...
UrbuddyYellow Brick Rd , Larganville, Mayo Ireland2,441 posts
Witchaywoman: I'm just a dame, see...a 1940s hard boiled dame in a pencil skirt and stilettos. My silky brown hairbun is home to a bizarre assortment of hats and bobby pins. Any joe who tries to touch me gets a slap on the face and a martini in the lap - his martini. This hard boiled dame can only be tamed by one man...Rabbit McGhee, and his twin brother. But that's another story.
Her feet on the desk so I can catch a glimpse of her stockings
Then a man came in. He had a fedora on his head and a chip on his shoulder. This guy walked like he owned the place. Yeah, I reduced guys like this to tears in my younger days. He looked me in the eye and said,"...
Then he took off his over coat and flung it on the coat hook. He threw his fedora across the room like a frisbee. It landed on a hat hook. He was with a lady. She ate the bar food - pickled devilled eggs. I took a swig of cheap whiskey. I'd like to be a pickled dame, a boozy dame, a broad, a skirt, a pair of dynamite jugs and legs that don't stop. The joint was jumpin. I was playin barstool bingo lookin for Mr. Right, or Mr. Right Now, anyway.
It's not easy when you're a dame, a broad, a skirt and the world is full of stranglers who hide in doorways with piano wires it their gloved mitts. It makes a dame want a whiskey on the rocks and I mean rocks. I'd like to sit on the rocks with a bottle of whiskey and shout at the passersby, "I'll show you the life of the mind!" Where's my typewriter? A few more shots...
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