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"You'll never catch me coppers," the 80-year-old

  • "You'll never catch me coppers," the 80-year-old Ms. Gordling screamed out the window of her newly acquired (stolen) cherry red Ferrari.
  • But she was parked. The Coppers did indeed catch the 80-year-old Ms. Gording. They brought her down to the station, stripped searched her, booked her and she sat in a cell.
  • The coppers fully intended to keep her locked up & throw away the key, but when Ms. Gording's Depends reached full capacity they switched strategy & called Saul for her themselves.
  • "Saul Goodman, attorney-at-law," he proclaimed as he strode in. "Leave my client and I immediately or I'll hit you with more lawsuits than you have hairs on your back."
  • "Well, that's's an empty threat. Looky here," the oaf lifted his shirt in the back and revealed the evidence. "OMG no," Mr Goodman fainted. "Someone better call Saul an ambulance
  • Saul had fainted, the poor man. The evidence, the horrible, incriminating deviance, was nothing but a picture of Saul's wife with a mustache drawn on. Saul was a goner.
  • The moustache on the picture of Saul's wife had been drawn in... no ... it could not be.... Permanent marker! Saul was still passed out by the shock of seeing his beloved wife's
  • delicate peach fuzz defaced so crudely. Why he'd drawn the peach fuzz there himself in years of painstaking tattoo work. All that was left of her, the picture defaced by a sharpie!
  • Now the tattooed lady was bearded, like her baby. He looked upon her likeness and felt an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. It had been years since they last saw each other.
  • The last time was at whole foods, when they were buying kombucha. They no longer drank it, but they fondly remember the mystical mango flavour and the lavender blend.
Started
2016-04-15 23:16:00
Finished
2016-04-23 00:59:45

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