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I'm Joe Friday, private eye. I work on Tuesday, Tuesday's my secretary.

Yesterday I was working in my New York office when there was a knock at the door, scared me half out of my secretary.

Then a tall blonde walked by, I knew she was tall 'cause we were on the 7th floor.

The phone rang. It was a client. I knew something was wrong because she told me there was.

I raced down the stairs, called a taxi, the taxi stopped with a jerk, the jerk got out and I got in.

We took the corner at 80 miles an hour. A cop stopped us and told us to put it back.

Then we were driving on the sidewalk because there was a sign that said "keep deaths off the roads."

We were getting further out of the city. I knew this because we weren't hitting so many pedestrians.

When I got to my client's house she greeted me with a burning kiss. Then she took her cigarette out and kissed me again.

There was a man on the floor. He had bullet wounds to the head and stab wounds to the heart. He was dead so we went for a drive in the country.

Then a brick came through the window, hit her on the left breast and broke four of my fingers.

We got a flat tire. She pumped and I pumped, she pumped and I pumped. Then we got out and fixed the tire.

When we got back to my clients house she invited me in for a root beer. The root was nice but the beer was flat.

I was giving her a goodnight kiss but she closed her legs and broke my glasses.