Willie was perched like a cat in the open window of the
crowded, noisy room. Drinking and
swearing, he intensely watched each roll of the dice. His whole paycheck was in the game. Jubilant when they rolled up a winner, he threw
his hands in the air, slipped, and fell three floors to his death.
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Now there is a man who died happy.
ReplyDeleteoh!!!
ReplyDeleteR.I.P.
weekend hugs xoxo
ouch...now that is just the luck eh? at least he died a winner...
ReplyDeleteAin't that the way? Great 55!
ReplyDeleteHA! I've known some people with that kinda luck. Retire one day, and die the next.
ReplyDeleteWhat doesn't kill you makes you stronger...
ReplyDeleteThen again, some things DO kill you!!
You took a gamble on this one Brother.
Loved your High Flying 55
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
What a way to go. Then again, he could have lost his entire paycheck and lived long enough to get beaten to a pulp by his friendly neighborhood loan shark.
ReplyDeleteat least he knew that he had won before the end came. So he died as a satisfied man!
ReplyDeleteWas he satisfied as he was falling three floors to his death?
Deleteyou know how to pick 'em to make me laugh!
ReplyDeleteSorry couldn't respond to everyone. Been on the road all weekend, but thanks for stopping by, except for Justo whatever in hell that is.
ReplyDeleteIs this a foreshadowing of my demise? Are you a soothsayer?
ReplyDeleteAh, this was very funny! I think one of my all time favorite 55's.
ReplyDeleteOh! Poor Willie. See...nothing good comes from gambling.
ReplyDeleteGreat 55, by the way!