It was the day after Christmas. The year 1924, you had a girlfriend named Fisticuffs. She worked as a butler, so she didn’t really have time to see you at all.

One night, she visited you at the club to see you perform. You were a singer so both of you guys were pretty busy..

Fisticuffs was backstage waiting for you, and when she saw you walking towards her she picked you up and kissed you on the cheek. "Well, isn’t it my lucky 'mademoiselle'?"