And now... more nocturnal adventures of Noodles Malone, private detective.
Got up after a snooze, looked in the mirror. More wrinkles, less hair. Damn. Decided it's time to visit my pals at the Poop Pop Bar and Grill. Stumbled in about 10. Owner Petey Poop was in the kitchen slingin' the hash. Lookin' around, I see my pal Billy Bones in a corner booth. I slide in. "What's up, Bones?" "Oh, nuthin' much, Noodles. Same shit, different color." He was looking at the racing form. "How's the ponies treating you?" "Oh, Noodles, it's bad as always. I pick 'em to win, they come in second. I never learn."
Petey sauntered over. "What cha having, Noodle?" I decided on flapjacks with a side of bacon, greasy style... just like I like 'em. After an hour of tepid talk and stale air, I decided to bounce. "See ya, Bones... I'm off to Porky's for some dancin' and romancin'." "Pick yerself a winner, Noodles, God knows I never do."
I aimed the caddy toward Old Town. Slapped on some cheap cologne, buttoned down my collar, popped in a Tic Tac. Time to test out the old Noodle charm. Porky's was packed. It was hard to see in the smoke-fouled air. Ordered a shot of Wild Turkey, stirred, not shaken. Waitress just stared at me like I was an alien from Palookaville. Eying the dance floor, I spotted a "keeper." Big-boned blonde gal, just like I like 'em. Sitting at a table with a couple of old broads. I gave her my best James Dean stare. Song ended, I sauntered over. "Hey honey, Noodles the name. Care to cut the rug with a pro?" She took a long drag on her Tiparillo... blew smoke in my face. "What's it to you, chump?" I smiled... she was perfect. Sassy and sexy. Jute was playing Elvis... Blue Suede Shoes... I held out my hand. She stood up, giggled, and we started dancin'. Next song was slow and sweet. I pulled her close. We twirled around for a bit. Then she whispered in a husky voice: "Baby, let's get physical. Ladies' room, don't be late." HELLO... Can you say score!
Slowly she sashayed back to her table. Chatted with the grannies for a bit. Then gave me the high sign. One of the senior citizens and her teetered off to the can. I checked my pocket... yep, remembered to bring "protection." Can't be too careful in this dive. I waited a minute, then casually opened the pink door with a hen stenciled on it. Inside was dimly lit, single bare bulb flickering like a candle. A stall door had a heart drawn on it... in lipstick. I untucked my shirt, slowly opened the door. The light went out. Perfect! I squeezed in. Put my arms around her, gave her a big smooch. Suddenly the light came on. I opened my eye... OMG... it was the grandma! I heard laughter in the next stall. Then the old broad unzipped my fly!
I lit outta there faster than a bear chasin' a beaver. OMG!!!!