
Toot’s Shors Saloon, August 1, 1958(Joe DiMaggio walks into Toots Shore’s saloon, what he doesn’t know is that his ex wife Marilyn Monroe is sitting in the back with her new husband Arthur Miller)
Toots: Hey Joe, how ya doing….ah…Marilyn’s here…in the back…with Artie Miller….just so you know.
Joe DiMaggio:
Toots: I don’t want no trouble Joe, why don’t you just go up and say hello.(Joe walks to the back to say hello and stands in front of her table)
Marilyn: ( stands up and kisses Joe on the Cheek and says in a breathy sexy voice) Hi Joe. Did you miss me? This is my husband Arthur.(Marilyn sits down opposite Joe, and as she does her legs are really open. She is definitely not wearing any underwear)
Joe DiMaggio:
Arthur Miller(extends his hand) Nice to meet you Joe.
Joe DiMaggio:(Doesn’t say anything or offer to shake hands. Arthur Miller uncertainly lowers his hand)
Toots: Of course he missed ya kid. But Joe’s gotta go. I got your table over here.
Joe DiMaggio:(Doesn’t say anything or offer to shake hands. Arthur Miller uncertainly lowers his hand)
Toots: Of course he missed ya kid. But Joe’s gotta go. I got your table over here.
Marilyn: So Joe. How have you been? Have you been seeing anybody lately? Maybe we can double date. See ya Joe.
Joe DiMaggio:
Marilyn: What nothing to say…well screw you…you guinea motherfucker (Marilyn picks up her purse and storms out of the saloon)
Arthur Miller: Sorry Toots, put it on my tab.
Arthur Miller: Sorry Toots, put it on my tab.
Toots Shor: Don’t worry about it Artie. ( Miller rushes out to the street)What a crazy broad man, forget about her Joe.
Joe DiMaggio: Get me Meyer Lanksy on the phone.
Toots: You sure Joe?
Joe DiMaggio: DO LIKE I TELL YOU AND SHADUP!!
9 comments:
I don't see it that way. No matter what she did to him, and personally I think she broke him, Dimaggio was nothing but protective of MM to the end.
I'm with ricpic, Troop. Tell the damn story right!
It wasn't Marilyn who had to worry guys.
Don't you know any jealous guineas?
Well hurry up and write the next episode and kill Arthur Miller, dammit.
So we won't all have bad dreams.
Well hurry up and write the next episode and kill Arthur Miller, dammit.
There's an ending we can all enjoy.
Arthur Miller, eat shit and die.
Gays love Marilyn Monroe.
Gays have huge expensive Marilyn Monroe paintings in their fancy houses in Palm Springs.
There is a gay Marilyn Monroe impersonator in every large city in the country. How disgusting.
Some of them have real tits.
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