The Mick Resurfaces NOW IF THE DAMN QUEEN WOULD ONLY GET HER ACT TOGETHER Pat O'Shaughnessy patos email@example.com
The Mick's hands were stinging. Thankful for all the years of plumbing that had toughened up his hands it wasn't as bad as he had remembered. The Priests and Nuns were gone now but they had told them that because he had never finished the sewer job for Hagar that the plumbing in the church hall was disconnected and for the past several months they had been using St. Columba's for the Church's bingo game. The Mick went behind the bar to make himself a drink as he looked at the bottles in front of the mirror he realized that his liquor stock was nearly depleted. He went to open
the register to see how much money was in the till to replenish his stock. He hoped the Priests had used a shot glass and not over poured because he knew the Priests would not steal his liquor. He hit the no sale button and found the register crammed with I.O.U.'s. all signed by the Priests. Well the Nun's were right about one thing first thing tomorrow he would be plumbing otherwise it was going to be
awful thirsty at St. Columba's Hall. For as the Bible says man does not live by bread alone. Hell he was Irish he didn't really need bread anyway. Just then he noticed something sticking out from under the floor mat behind the bar. He picked it up and looked at it and was puzzled. More than just Bingo had been going on here. The Mick was determined to find out all that had been going on here in his absence. The Mick looked at it again and shook his head. I doubt the Priests had anything to do with this he thought. Who else had been using his beloved Hall. He placed the Tassel in his safe and locked it. Who had been wearing tasseled red underoos behind the bar at St. Columba's Hall? The Mick made himself a tall strong one sat down and tried to come up with a plan
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