
Bobby Funke: Where were you last night?
Him: That’s where I was last night. (He puts two fingers under Bobby’s nose.)
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Her: I was out in the parking lot last night.
Bobby Funke: What were you doing at the parking lot?
Her: I was probably getting fingered by Dutch Middleton.
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My question — what exactly has he fingered?
I mean, he says … that’s where I was … last night? And still foul fingers? Isn’t that a twelve-hour thing?
I don’t know, man. This whole thing looks (and smells) fishy.
Important note: Dig deeper.
(That’s a note to myself.)