Bad shake—bad break
Bad shake—bad break
For Mark Meadows
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“So, how’s the shake Jake?” asked Billy as they flew down the hi-way in their carpet cleaning van towards the next job.
“It’s crap Jack.” Said Steve the helper. “The fries were killer though.”
“Oo, Oo, I got and idea. Pass me that pink swill will ya. I passed this way yesterday. Just around the bend before the bridge there is a state trooper car with a cheesy mannequin behind the wheel. Everybody honks at it and speeds by. I’m gonna nail it with this pink love dart.”
“Too cool.”
“You gotta time it just right. Too much arc and you maybe will only paint a bumper.”
“That would be a pity.”
“To quote Phil Jackson when he was negotiating for his final contract with the Bulls, ‘It’s gotta be right if it’s gonna be right.”
“Spoken like a true poet.”
“Wait for it……….let it come to you………. Wait for it.”
“Okay, just around this semi…thar, thar she blows. Hand me my pink harpoon boy.”
“Aye, Aye Captain.”
“I think I can, I think I can.”
“Now Cap’n. Now. Let er rip.”
“Ya……………hoooooooo!”
“OH MAN YOU NAILED IT.” You totally painted it. You, my main man are the Picasso of shake snakers. That was a masterpiece. You creamed the back window and got the roof too.”
“Thank you, thank you all. Six years of studying in Paris at the conservatory of shake hurling really paid dividends today. Did you see that wax dummy behind the wheel. What was he supposed to be, Officer SquareNuts?”
“Man you… Oh. Uh Dude.”
“Yeah babe, what it is?”
“That mannequin has his lights flashing and is coming up behind us pretty fast.”
“Waaahhh!”
The End.