Throwing his Bill-Fold and keys on the counter, Fred opened up the Ice Box, grabbed a cold one, punctured two holes in the top, then layed down on the Davenport.
A scene from the 50's... Know any Old Timers that still say these things? Other than ME? Can you write Micro-Fiction in 160 Characters? If you think you can, post it on your blog on Sunday, then go visit Monkey Man...Here!