Aww..it must be’a scent thing. What a sweetie.
Heh, both Bud and Lou got a weird thing for my shoes. They shove their face in ‘em, take ‘em away, rip ‘em apart and hide the remains ‘round the house…
Good thing I got bank, otherwise I’d be runnin’ from Bats barefooted all the time.
Anyways, ‘sup with ya, Harley? How’s life treatin’ ya?
Sorta’ I ain’t really go around there much anymore. But, I could make a stop. Rightaroony, J. I’ll meetcha’ there.
You still a landlady at that old place on Coney Island?I’ll send ya a little somethin’ to put on before we go out, it’ll...