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Thread #59418   Message #1136506
Posted By: Little Hawk
14-Mar-04 - 09:04 PM
Thread Name: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
Found some of Mr. Chongo's scribblings today. From his old journal. It goes as follows...

I'll never forget March 13, 1943. That was the day when Eggs Benedict, the slipperiest con man
in the midwest, got chilled off by a few bolts of Chicago lighting. This bird had an alderman the
size of a pumpkin pushin'outa his vest from chuggin' too much hooch on payday. Now it was fulla holes. His moll was a skinny dame who worked as a torcher at one of them dives out on the
lakeshore. One thing I'll say, though, she had nice pins. She had no idea the North Side Gorillas were
fittin' her bo for a wooden kimono until the poor sap took a full clip in the pazooza.. There was
this trigger man named Doolan hangin' around by the meat wagon when they took out the stiff. I
made the guy the moment I saw him. He was from the Cleveland mob. A nasty lookin' mug with
a mush you don't forget, but you sorta wish you could. You hadda know this guy was
packin'some heavy heat. I seen him wave his mitt at the two torpedoes who done the hit in the
gin joint. Word was, there was a whole lotta mazuma up for grabs after Fat Freddy kicked off,
and the North Side boys was plannin' a knockover. Hatchetmen all over town. You could smell
it, like a storm comin'.   This meant trouble, but it also meant business in all probability, and
business is good. Ya gotta take what you can get in this town. Good whisky ain't gettin' any