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Damn, It's Only Day 18 of 30M2DW III


Liars

The breeze was almost non-existent. The sand beneath my feet was warm but not baking as it sometimes could be. And the ocean crept gently to the shore, it's waves whispering quietly upon the beach.


That's right. I'd tracked Dusty and Lucky Amigo to Panama where - stop me if you've heard this before - the sun shone brightly every day and the temperature crested at about 90F. But I digress.

I found the Amigos in a beach front bar sipping on fruity drinks with little umbrellas in them. They were easy to spot. Their funny Mexican sombreros stood out a mile away. I called for a Corona, pulled up a chair and sat down.

"You're a really gooda detective to track us down here" said Dusty and the two of them dissolved into giggles at Dusty's little joke.

"Yeah, yeah, everyone's a comedian. But you guys are a couple of liars.  Actually, you're a couple of outliars."

"Outliars?" said Dusty. "What the heck you talking about?"

"An outliar is someone who convincingly lies about their level of success. Like you guys. Usually, after about 10,000 hours or so an outliar more or less becomes an expert liar about how successful they are."

"But we're crooks," says Lucky "Of course we're gonna lie."

"My point exactly. Now let's cut the crap and and tell me about who killed Ned dead and why you misfits faked your murders?"

"We had to fake our deaths," said Lucky. "Once Ned was dead we were filled with dread that the same person might just put a gun to our heads and kill us in our beds."

"But who?" I asked. "He killed Ned and he killed Bird my snitch. Poor Bird went out on a limb to give me information but his killer flew the coup, you might say."

"You said it, not us" chirped Lucky.

Said Dusty "It's got to be Joe Blow. He's the biggest guy in the drug scene that we're aware of and he didn't like us horning in on his business."

"And just where do I find this Joe Blow drug magnate guy?"

"He hangs out back home in Chinatown; has a restaurant there called Sum Yung Guy Hung Fook Hing Low."

Boy, I'm glad Chief Silver was paying my travel expenses. Air fare to and from Panama wasn't cheap, not to mention all the bars and restaurants I'd visited.

Hey, it's a tough job but someone has to do it.

Hungry for more? Slink on over to We Work For Cheese and see how those other suckers dealt with today's prompt.


Comments

Cheryl said…
I'm not sure I care who done it anymore. The puns and rhyming are killing me, man.
nonamedufus said…
So you're not mad at me for reminding you how warm and sunny it is in Panama?
Cheryl said…
Nah. I'm beyond caring about anything that's normal.
He "hangs out" there.... Ha ha ha!
nonamedufus said…
Okay, then, we'll see if anyone else affected by the Polar Vortex gets pissed off at me. When I shared these updates on Facebook in real time in January some people were a little peeved. Heh, heh.
nonamedufus said…
To quote Jimmy Durante, "I've got a million of them".
Cheryl said…
Oddly enough, those of us in the northeast weren't really affected by the PV. The northeastern portion of the country was an outlier of the PV. I have so little will to live as it is, I'm not sure I'd be getting out of bed if I lived in the states that got slammed and continue to get hammered by the cold. Temps in some parts of the northern Midwest haven't risen above 0 since late January.


Trust me, people will get pissed if only to get your Gouda.
Cheryl P. said…
You really do have a million of them. Interesting name for a restaurant.
ReformingGeek said…
You're killing me dead here.
nonamedufus said…
I stole the first part from Wayne's World. Can't remember where I stole the second part.
nonamedufus said…
Yeah, for sure. They should be wearing Panama hats.
nonamedufus said…
Dead you said? In the head? While you're in bed?
MsDarkstar said…
Have you been reading Dr. Seuss lately, perchance?
nonamedufus said…
Um, no, but I had green eggs and ham for breakfast.
frankleemeidere said…
Ah. Panama. Warmth. No snow. I need Gouda's expense account.
nonamedufus said…
I'll go to almost any lengths to throw in a picture of the beach at Bijao, Panama. Did I mention it was 90F?
Margaret said…
Wow, nice alliteration on the said, dead, Ned, dread, etc.... thing. :) Unless I'm misusing the word alliteration, in which case, nice rhymes, man.
nonamedufus said…
Margaret's maybe missing many magnificent magnums of Miller? Now that's alliteration. But thanks.
Linda Medrano said…
Joe Blow has a Chinese restaurant in Canada? Now, everything else has made perfect sense to me, but this is just simply not believable.
nonamedufus said…
Hey we have Chinese restaurants in Canada. You want egg roll with that?
With the dread Ned dead, I'll head to bed. Geesh... now I feel like I'm back at school, making up rhymes with the kidlets. I'm supposed to be on vacation here!
Well, I'm in Florida this week, so I don't care. (But don't tell Nicky.)
I can't divulge where I am because Nicky might come after me. Let's just say I'm somewhere on the gulf coast. Which gulf? Which coast? That's for me to know and for you to try and find out.
nonamedufus said…
Ah, lucky you. Your secret's safe with me.
nonamedufus said…
That was fast. You were only just in Alameda.
Shhh... it's all just a ruse to throw her off the trail.
nonamedufus said…
Don't worry. I won't tell her. Even if I could find her.
meleahrebeccah said…
"Yeah, yeah, everyone's a comedian. But you guys are a couple of liars. Actually, you're a couple of outliars." ----- AHAHhHAhHAHhHAHhHHahHAhHHHhA



And the name Joe Blow is killing me!
nonamedufus said…
I couldn't resist '"outliars". It's more a polk at MikeWJ for his bloody Outliers prompt in the last photo challenge.

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