The Jadedvisalian

There I was in my office eating a package of meat and cheeses I had received in the mail when the phone rang. I answered. This is Stan Prolongo Private Detective from the white sandy beaches of the Goshen ocean these are my. Hello! It was my old friend Greg from Tacoma. He was the poker champion of 1984. I says to Greg, what can I do for you? He says that his old back injury is flaring up again just as he made it to the final world wide web woker I mean poker table. He may not play it if he doesn’t get his back back in order. He has searched with out success for a chiropractor or masseuse that will work on new years due to their mutual repulsion to sobriety. He asked if I could find him a miracle and he would gladly share with me a portion of the 1 million dollar prize. I tells him I got it covered and hang up.
After a few calls and Google searches I find that chiropractor and masseuse all have a mutual fondness for adult libations and were not willing to give up there annual inebriation but would gladly see Greg bright and early the 2nd of January. I tell them that will be too late. My luck changes when I find a woman in new England with trained chimps. She says she has simian that was schooled in the arts of chiropractory and massage. I tells her to get that monkey on a plane asap to Washington.
Proud as pie, I call Greg to tell him I have an angel of mercy flying in today to Tacoma to save his bacon. Greg regrets to inform me that the final table is played in person in Las Vegas. Where he is right now. All I could do was make an exclamation of excrement and reassure Greg I will get him back on his feet even if I flew in myself. That’s when it hit me. My stash of Nancy Drew mystery books fell on my head. I got an idea and I made my way to the library. Collette greeted me and directed me to the books on masseuse and massagery. With books in hand I got on the next flight outta Visalia Municipal. The bi-plane was loud but it’s speed allowed me to read my instructionals.
Upon my arrival, I found Greg and worked him like a steam roller. I gave him Swedish Massage ,Hot Stone Massage, Deep Tissue Massage, Thai Massage, Sports Massage, Reflexology,and Aromatherapy. Greg was back in business and I started to count my moneys. Greg felt so confident he nearly went all in on the first hand on a some kangaroos and lost. He lost the million smackers but hung in long enough to qualify for 50K. He though he did better than expected and handed me a smaller stack of bills than I had originally though I would receive. But Greg was happy and he said there was always the next tournament…and another story.

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