Are We There Yet?

Chapter Twelve

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“So sad. They even got Jimmy GumBob. That always made my father very sad. Every Valentine’s Day my old pappy would drink to his memory, and he’d always groan, “Poor little Jim Bob. Poor little cocksucker. Poor little bug-eyed bastard!”

"Cool. Are we there yet?"

"Howbout you put your seatbelt across your mout?"

"Papoopy?"

"What shitass?"

"I'm gonna be a boy now."

"That's nice. I'll call a moyle"

"And you gotta call me he."

Abe gunned down on the pedal and passed five cars. "When sheeps fly upside down I will.”

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“So sad. They even got Jimmy GumBob. That always made my father very sad. Every Valentine’s Day my old pappy would drink to his memory, and he’d always groan, “Poor little Jim Bob. Poor little cocksucker. Poor little bug-eyed bastard!”

"Cool. Are we there yet?"

"Howbout you put your seatbelt across your mout?"

"Papoopy?"

"What shitass?"

"I'm gonna be a boy now."

"That's nice. I'll call a moyle"

"And you gotta call me he."

Abe gunned down on the pedal and passed five cars. "When sheeps fly upside down I will.”