Empress of Fishfalls

Under the California, I have independent chevron gas stations and standard stations throughout the West invite you to let George do it. The Empress of Fish Falls, another adventure of George Valentine. Personal notice changes my stock and trade.

If life's crowding into a corner and you can't find your way out, you got a job for me, George Valentine. Right full details. Dear Mr. Valentine, I am a man who hears voices. No matter where I am, I always hear things, but it's always voices.

Yesterday, my fortune teller told me... Oh no... Pilot, Brooksie. Overboard. Yes, but George, there are some more that isn't... And there's a lot of important mail here, I'm sure. Oh yeah, I'm sure. I'm sure too.

Everybody's sure. Oh my... Oh my... Oh boy, did you see that fish? Three and a half pounds if he was an alcoholic. Hey, come on, give yours a pour, buddy. Yeah. Come on, never mind the rest, Brooksie.

I'm throwing over board. Why don't you throw Miss Brooks overboard? It's bad luck, women and books. Oh, it is, is it? Well, why don't you try putting a worm on that hook, Lieutenant? Look, we're doing the fishing, Angel.

This is our vacation, not sure. Well, that's what makes me so mad. Sitting back there in the hot city. Guy Newton's wanna see your marriage, George. I knew it was too important to wait, and I thought...

Oh, yeah, sure. Sure. You travel 500 miles of her man with three wives. Oh, but listen to this one, George. Listen to this. Dear Mr. Valentine, Your name has been given to us as a likely prospect for the free of the month put. Oh no. Please now that I'm here well you wouldn't mind if I