You’re on, but I suspect no bet a’tall if’n that same team takes the field versus the remainder of their formidable Biggy Lesserer slate.
Yeah, the secretary is long-suffering under that shyster who’s got me out of my share of sh!t back in the day. Anyone who stands toe to toe with Arliss Howard’s LA Jew is somebody in my book. The secretary has always survived on the kindness of strangers and the occasional short grift like the next gal.
Used to be a hell of a dice-thrower, I could roll until I had both boot heels full of cash.
I p!ssed most of it away on motor oil and cold ones, but that’s everybody’s story I guess. I’m not complaining.