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Flinchy's problem stems from his education. Seems he went to Mama Garcia's School of Law and Pizzeria Management (as advertized on matchbook covers).
Flinch enters into contracts then proceeds to look for every loophole he can jump through, as long as it benefits his wallet.
Former partners usually take a direct course in 'contract negotiations' with Flinchy. It's much faster than relying on the state courts...and more satisfying.
Posted by GarandFan | December 14, 2012 10:49 AM
Posted on December 14, 2012 10:49
The new development only compounded Flinchy's conundrum. Just days earlier, his rabbi claimed to have found a free-range goose liver that tasted just like pork. What would he know from traif?
Posted by Terwiliger | December 14, 2012 11:12 AM
Posted on December 14, 2012 11:12
Can Flinchy escape this seemingly unescapable predicament? Or is his goose (liver) cooked? Stayed tuned next week: Same Clown time, same Clown channel.
Posted by Doc Al | December 14, 2012 11:23 AM
Posted on December 14, 2012 11:23
Flinchy: I know that voice anywhere. Ludlow! You old quackity quack, how the quack are you? I thought you passed on.
Ludlow: Yeah, well 59 bullets in a duck's back tends to have that effect.
Flinchy: Water bullets, Ludlow. You know, like water off a duck's back.
Ludlow: Ice is not water, Flinch!
Flinchy: Ice is water...
Ludlow: SHUT UP! Now where're my falafels?
Posted by Zeroth | December 14, 2012 3:07 PM
Posted on December 14, 2012 15:07
Ludlow thought he'd gotten an honest partner, one who could help him corner the falafel market.
At the moment, Flinchy is safe. Just like a certain politician, who shall remain nameless, Ludlow is in love with the sound of his own voice. Just don't mention Mrs Ludlow, whom, shall we say, Flinchy knows intimately.
Stay tuned as the plot sickens.
Posted by GarandFan | December 14, 2012 3:35 PM
Posted on December 14, 2012 15:35
OMG I brought this on myself!
For the moment, out hero, Flinchy seems to be safe. I'll gear up over the weekend and save him! Soon form GF who continually puts him in peril.
Hard being 5 hours off of you guys, but for Flinchy, I'll do it!
Posted by Cowboy | December 14, 2012 11:42 PM
Posted on December 14, 2012 23:42
When we last left Flinchy [October 11, 2008 - has it been that long?] he and the "Chief" were headed to Bernice and Wilma's tent (The two headed fat woman at the Carny and Flinchy's secret lover) to retrieve the falafel! Misson accomplished!
This is a whole new story!
"Tells me the location of the nuclear lased butterflies that youz stole from THRUSH! Our agency dedicated to taking over the free wooourld. You stinky pissed stained clown. Or your brains will be scrambled with your green hair".
Posted by Cowboy | December 15, 2012 12:53 PM
Posted on December 15, 2012 12:53