Sammy's Case Files

They don't tell you about all the bumps and bruises you get in detective school. If I had a dollar for everytime I've been knocked down on a case . . . well, I'd have a lot of dollars.

In awesome news, my angel from heaven, Rhea Davenport, has fluttered back into my life. *sigh* Oh how I've missed her. I know she missed me, because half of the bruises I were talking about were from HER.

Rules of the playground boys, rules of the playground.

Well, with a little moola from Momma Orange and quite a lot more LUCK, sis and I are off to a good start in our new vocation! (That means "job!" No, really! Look it up!) Hell, we've even got a mackable hot secratary! (Well, she would be if it weren't for that damned wedding ring! No problem, that just means more Sammy for the rest of the ladies! Tssss! HAWT!)

So, yeah, the office is set up and I've made this here "CASE FILES" log for when we get actual cases. Actual . . . paying . . . cases.

And as soon as I get one of those, you'll be the first to know!

Until then:

FIRST POST!!!!!!!!!!111!!!1!ONE!!!!!