And this guy had a full-page ad in the back of each and every one of ‘em selling things like Dribble Glasses, Onion Gum, Hypno-Coins, Whoopee cushions.
Oh, yeah. And it all looked great. And I'd do whatever it took. I would scrimp, I would save, I would mow every last lawn in the neighborhood to get my hands on Sneezing Salts or a hundred-piece Battle Fleet. And then, I go to the mailbox, and right there, before my innocent young eyes, would be disappointment in a cardboard box.
I once spent my entire summer allowance on this hovercraft that Laughing Larry said would take me and my friends riding on a carpet of thin air. Hovercrap!
FFlack
How about the x-ray specs I bought in middle school to see through a girl's clothes? The only thing I ever saw through those was a nun coming at me with a yardstick.
Yeah, something came up with Danny. It - (looks up, seeing other Detectives nearby) It's a long story. How 'bout I tell you later over an Irish coffee?
I've been a dedicated city employee for twelve years. You'd think when I try to branch out a little, start my own company, those years would count for something. You know what? It didn't count for squat. City went with low-bid, like they always do...is that fair?
He was an inspiration, the kinda man i'd like to be in 20 years, only earning 50 times more. You know its sad when such a young life is taken before...[cut off by Flack].
(during her interrogation, rhythmically slapping the table) Eat a salad. Eat a salad. That's the chant he started. It was two years ago but I can still feel the humiliation like it was yesterday. My boyfriend was at that game. He dumped me the very next day. And because my fat face was on the big screen, complete strangers would come up to me telling me to eat a salad.
I worked my ass off. Literally. I swore I would do whatever it took, gastric bypass, liposuction, plastic surgery, tryout after tryout after tryout until I finally made the squad. Just so I could watch him eat his poison words in front of everyone.