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Originally Posted by pshrynk
Well, as you said, a gentleman never pays his bills.
However, might I introduce you to the collections department, Sister Mary Angeline, department chair? 
It's good to work in a catholic hospital. |
Oh...yes...I forgot...we talked about my lapsed and lost Catholicism during one of our sessions (i.e. pub crawls), didn't we? Fortunately, the dead-sexy Sister Mary Angeline (as previously discussed, please excuse my lascivious lust for the cloistered ladies - it's a bad habit) lives
just down the road from me, and I owe the fashionable young lass a visit, not to mention more Hail Marys than there are unbleached upper lip hairs in a nunnery.
I hope this doesn't turn out like last time. It was 106 miles to Noosa Heads, me and Adrian had a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it was dark, and we were wearing sunglasses. Boy, that didn't turn out well (By all the gods and devils, I hates that
Minnie the Moocher crap).
Cheers,
Marc ("Don't they owe you money?")