Fifty Shares of Mazooma Limited

Your neighborhood chevron gas station invites you to... Let George do it! Brought to you by the makers of climate-tailored chevron supreme gasoline and RPM-compounded motor oil. Have a crime that needs solving? Have a dog that needs walking?

Have a wife that needs spanking? Let George do it. That's the ad that George Valentine put in the paper when he opened his office several weeks ago. Since then, he's had many strange adventures. adventures now it's late afternoon Georgia just stepped out of the elevator and is limping toward his office and sonny give me a arm claira chair

while you're limping so far and that's what's happened to you why shoe help me get it off with you sonny what's the matter with your shoe it's got a nail sticking up in it oh Oh, that's better.

Well, why in the world didn't just stop at a repair shop and get it fixed? Well, they'd expect me to take my shoe off, wouldn't they? Naturally. Well, I didn't want to do that. Didn't want to take your shoe off, why not?

Got a hole in my sock. Oh, golly. Here, Sonny, take it downstairs so that shoe was repaired while you wait place. Okay. And tell her to be sure and get the nail off. Yes, sir.

I will. Oh, my foot's killing me. Well, I'm glad you finally got here. Spencer's been popping in every few minutes looking for you. Mr. Spencer. You know, that lawyer in the office next door. Oh sure what is he want?

I don't know but he kept looking at the clock and asking when I expected you. Right, well it's about time. Oh come in, Smith. What do you eat for lunch that takes so long? Well it took me five minutes to eat but an hour to limp back to the office.