A list of puns related to "Max"
How could I turn that down!?
"Bad news," I said, "and my name is Tom."
They make the Muscovit
Planck, but not by much.
He has always been an anti climb Max.
A butt load.
From my pops. Heβs very proud.
Max turns and says, " Miss Stakes, we're made"
I thought, well I just canβt turn that down
Because Tim cooks
But I could see the Telltale signs
Until they think about what they've done
The scene where Max is grabbed by the Pole Cat,
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and ends up getting dumped onto the car with the drums and guitar guy
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I leaned over to my GF and said "It looks like he's jumped onto... the bandwagon" She totally lost it :)
The sun shone into my office through the lowered blinds all clumsy like, fumbling through the gaps between the venetian slats like a drunk fishing for loose change in his pockets; trying to see if he has money enough for one last drink or maybe the bus ride home.
The dame looked me up and down, clearly disappointed by what sat in front of her. I didnβt blame her. Three days of salt and pepper stubble clung to my my crude boxerβs jaw and the bags under my eyes were so big half the bums downtown could sleep in there and not even know anyone else was with 'em. That was ok. This broad wasnβt hiring me for my looks and I wasnβt looking to her for approval. We both knew what brought her in here, it was the name on the door.
Max Dad P.I. - thatβs me. Private Investigatorβs sure not the profession my mother would have picked out for me, but it keeps me in whisky and it keeps a roof over my head and thatβll do for now. The dame parted those cherry red lips of hers as she took another pull on that just-lit cigarette and nervously stubbed it out in the ashtray. My eyebrows knit together slightly. I hate seeing things go to waste.
βSo as I was saying, Mr Dad,β she began.
βPlease, call me Maxβ
βAlright, Maxβ¦ well, as I was saying, my bag is missing. Stolen, I think. I urgently need it back. Shall I describe it to you?β
βNo thatβs alright miss. You got nothing to worry about,β I replied, sliding a bottle out of the desk drawer and pouring a big slug of scotch into to my morning coffee, βIβm sure itβll be a brief case.β
"Of course they do, sweetheart," I replied, "When Max was a puppy he wanted to grow up to play shortstop for the New York Yankees!"
I can't turn that down.
I couldn't turn it down.
I though to myself, βI canβt turn that down.β
I thought, "I can't turn that down"
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