Thursday, August 30, 2007

veer | desecrate | resignation

"Ooh doggie!" he cried out as he stomped the gas. I braced myself with my right hand on the ceiling and my left on the center console. Then it hit me.

"You mean, Yee-Haaaw!"
"What?"
"We were about to pay tribute to the greatest show..."
"Agreed."
"...in history, and you desecrate it with another's catch-phrase!?"

He slammed his brakes and veered off course, sliding to a stop next to the creek.

"I've shamed myself. Consider this my resignation from the Duke Boys Club."
"I'll need your card back...no refunds."

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