Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
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Rats! It's the fuzz! Cheese it!
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You'll have to pardon me miss, and maybe I'm just fresh off the boat and a little wet behind the ears, but what's this 56k I'm reading over there top the bar? You a Rockefeller or something?
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Munkus BeaverYou don't have to attend every argument you are invited to.Philosophy: Stoicism. Politics: Democratic SocialistRegistered User, ClubPAregular
You'll have to pardon me miss, and maybe I'm just fresh off the boat and a little wet behind the ears, but what's this 56k I'm reading over there top the bar? You a Rockefeller or something?
We don't claim to be the big cheese, but we do try to put on the ritz. It's the type of place you get all dolled up and don your glad rags for. We gotta try our best to keep the riffraff out. But a quick look and I see you got the chops for our juice joint.
hey what era were private eyes really a thing, 20's or 40's
my screenplay is cliche-P.I-centric and I sorta need to know what slang to adopt
Gumeshoes have been around since quite back a ways. They certainly did exist in the 1920's, but Dashiel Hammet started writing his PI-centric novels throughout the 40s. His books have made such an impact and created such trend that most people associate the 1940s as the era of the gumshoe. It is the most iconic age, but it could still be set in the 1920's.
you'll mind your yapper about the lady or I'll lay you out lengthwise
My mind and my yapper are what lengthened my lay in the first place
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It's a long drive back from Wubble Woo and one of the dullest drives in the state. Wubble Woo is nothing; all they want is the buck. The kid who sidles over to your car and looks at you with big wistful eyes and says "One dime, please, mister," will try to sell you his sister in the next sentence. Wubble Woo is not Penny-Arcade. No border town is anything but a border town, just as no waterfront is anything but a waterfront. Artist's Corner? One the most beautiful harbors in the world and nothing in it but navy and a few fishing boats. At night it is a fairyland. The swell is as gentle as an old lady singing hymns. But NotACrook has to get home and count the spoons.
It's a long drive back from Wubble Woo and one of the dullest drives in the state. Wubble Woo is nothing; all they want is the buck. The kid who sidles over to your car and looks at you with big wistful eyes and says "One dime, please, mister," will try to sell you his sister in the next sentence. Wubble Woo is not Penny-Arcade. No border town is anything but a border town, just as no waterfront is anything but a waterfront. Artist's Corner? One the most beautiful harbors in the world and nothing in it but navy and a few fishing boats. At night it is a fairyland. The swell is as gentle as an old lady singing hymns. But NotACrook has to get home and count the spoons.
They say Wubble Woo used to be something grand. The stories ... make it seem like somethin' darb. But it's hard to beleive anything at any point was copacetic in any way in this place. You look about the gritty streets, birds all mucking around secretly jazzed out of their minds. Hypocrites be real owls, ossified at all hours of the day but keen enough to put on a sober face. Why they need the bootleg? Why the need to slink into seedy juice joints for a pint of hooch?
The spirit of this city ... its up and left. Nothing but wet blankets and torpedos on the low waiting for the unlucky shmuck they got payed to take for a ride. The shieks and shebas of Araby that adorned this once splendid city have been replaced with somber birds you can't help but pity to the point that razzing feels wrong.
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An educated man! Now I really hate him.
Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him.
you give a little love...
We don't claim to be the big cheese, but we do try to put on the ritz. It's the type of place you get all dolled up and don your glad rags for. We gotta try our best to keep the riffraff out. But a quick look and I see you got the chops for our juice joint.
It appears your hypocrisy knows no bounds.
just like Miss Muse is the easiest lay
I beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. "Play for Blood," remember?
You're no daisy! You're no daisy at all. Poor soul, you were just too high strung
It would appear that the strain was more than he could bear.
So I've been told. Viv, lets get jazzed and show these fellas a real Charleston. Not enough vamps round here anyway.
my screenplay is cliche-P.I-centric and I sorta need to know what slang to adopt
my 1920's thread got locked in less than five minutes
as it is I'm having a hard time trying to talk like a normal person again
Gumeshoes have been around since quite back a ways. They certainly did exist in the 1920's, but Dashiel Hammet started writing his PI-centric novels throughout the 40s. His books have made such an impact and created such trend that most people associate the 1940s as the era of the gumshoe. It is the most iconic age, but it could still be set in the 1920's.
you'll mind your yapper about the lady or I'll lay you out lengthwise
I'll be thinking about like, the McCarthy trials and suddenly I picture Al Capone called in for questioning
or like, fighting in World War I
smooooooookin'
Also I love the shit out of some 20's era blues. So hard
My mind and my yapper are what lengthened my lay in the first place
Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game Ike. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!
It's true, you are a good woman. Then again, you may be the antichrist.
Nonsense, I have not yet begun to defile myself.
he was 1920s - 1930s
basically Prohibition era
right I mean I know on an academic level
but for all intents and purposes the fucker will not stay there, in my head
I'd wager dollars over doughnuts that you ain't never layed nothing that wasn't nailed down first
it's 'laid' you big galoot.
what's fillin up that fat head a yours anyway? tiramisu?
oh man, that would have came in handy when you visited baltimore, could have bought yoself some crack
also, what season you up to?
the lady of the establishment has been layed so often she resembles a brick
flat on all sides and always hurled through windows by the irish
well done muse
They say Wubble Woo used to be something grand. The stories ... make it seem like somethin' darb. But it's hard to beleive anything at any point was copacetic in any way in this place. You look about the gritty streets, birds all mucking around secretly jazzed out of their minds. Hypocrites be real owls, ossified at all hours of the day but keen enough to put on a sober face. Why they need the bootleg? Why the need to slink into seedy juice joints for a pint of hooch?
The spirit of this city ... its up and left. Nothing but wet blankets and torpedos on the low waiting for the unlucky shmuck they got payed to take for a ride. The shieks and shebas of Araby that adorned this once splendid city have been replaced with somber birds you can't help but pity to the point that razzing feels wrong.
But this isn't Social Entropy anymore ...
People lose teeth talking like that. If you want to hang around, you'll be polite.
I'm in the middle of Season 3 right now. Got slowed down some because of Spore. :P