You Can't Run on Crutches

Mable was the prettiest soiled dove at the Longhorn, so naturally Archie wanted to see what her bloomers looked like. He couldn’t afford anything else she might have to offer, but lookin’ at her bloomers was free.

Archie picked up his crutch, and slowly and carefully, followed Wilber down the alley. They had to maneuver around the small pile of broken rail pieces. Wilber looked up and pointed to the landings broken rail,”Someone aught a fix that afor someone gets hurt.”

Archie mumbled, “Idiot.”

As they grew closer, they could see some lacy undies flapping in the breeze. “Would you look at that,” said Wilber.

Indeed, the colorful undies were a sight to behold. There were six pairs of panties, pink, red, black, purple, white with frilly lace and yellow.

“Archie, let’s steal us a pair,” Wilber said as he overturned an empty whiskey barrel, climbed up and yanked two pairs of panties from the line.
“Here Archie, stick these in your pocket.”
Then a voice called out, “Stop Thief!”
Wilber ran.

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