Euphemism + Dysphemism = ?
“We’re looking for a showgirl who came out here twenty years ago or so,” Bernie said.
“Showgirl being a … ” said Albie Rose.
“Euphemism?” said Foster. Foster was Albie Rose’s bodyguard, not the kind of dude you wanted to mess with, except that me and Bernie always wanted to mess with dudes like that. We had this thing in us, me and Bernie, hard to describe.
Albie Rose turned to Foster. “When I need your help I’ll ask for it.”
“Sorry,” said Foster.
“Move my umbrella a little.”
Foster moved Albie Rose’s umbrella.
Albie Rose turned to Bernie. “Showgirl being a euphemism for hooker?” he said.
“Not at first,” said Bernie. “But maybe in the end.”
Albie Rose nodded. “That’s the way it happens,” he said. “You’re a smart guy. How much do you clear on an annual basis?”
“Enough to keep us happy,” Bernie said.
Yes! We were happy! No doubt about it. I was so happy realizing we were happy that I got this sudden urge to give Albie Rose and Foster each a quick little bite.
Note to new Friends: You won’t show up in the rotation at first. Patience, please.
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