“There ain’t nothin’ to it,” Squeege said, as if he knew everything there was to know about knockovers.
“Silly old gaffers live in the friggin’ woods, eat bloody dandelions, and best part, no badges.”
I had me doubts about home invasions but the COVID had interrupted my regular cash flow. I was an old school badger game trouper, but Marcie had up and self-isolated back to T.O.
Truth was, there were no panting suckers to be had, anyways.
So, with a little nod to old Clockwork Orangeman Alex, Squeege and I hit the backroads.
Somewhere, the big boodle was waiting.
“Silly old gaffers live in the friggin’ woods, eat bloody dandelions, and best part, no badges.”
I had me doubts about home invasions but the COVID had interrupted my regular cash flow. I was an old school badger game trouper, but Marcie had up and self-isolated back to T.O.
Truth was, there were no panting suckers to be had, anyways.
So, with a little nod to old Clockwork Orangeman Alex, Squeege and I hit the backroads.
Somewhere, the big boodle was waiting.
