"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."
Thursday, August 30, 2007
veer | desecrate | resignation
Written by
Breton
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11:56 PM
The three:
desecrate,
resignation,
veer
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