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Show f fU ? PELIEME IT 0R NUTS IS By Jim Waldo "Yo ho," sez Hoyo one fine October morn as we watches the unseasonal snow tear the limbs off the newly planted trees in the Union quad, "but this is no day for such idle pursuits as going to class What say we take a short sojourn around the countryside and see what wonders Mom nature has hit up Zion with this Indian Summer." "Right," sez Blotto joining us after having called off his class in mortar and pistol ,n the ROTC building, "I haven't seen the new crop of hot pants, either. Let s go." v "Hold," I cries striking Blotto sharply across the latus rectum as he SSI tot STity hUSeS' "but 1 think that Hoyono "Yada," sez Hoyo, "that's the ticket." "Any girls in the country?" asks Blotto. "Ever hear of the farmer's daughter?" sez. "Where do I get my ticket?" slathers Blotto. Skillfully bouncing my auto off the three raifel conveniently placed to impead my headlong flight to desfc my auto to a stop in the emergency lane of thefreew:. to assess the damage done. r "Zorg," sez Hoyo, spying the whole blown inmyrigliirB should get tubeless tires, Waldo. They never blow." "That is a tubeless tire," I sez. "Impossible," sez Blot: la the conversation as is his want, "if it were a tubelesst'ih have blown." But just then, who should pull up behind us but at: ,0 Patrol car, containing a noble Highway Patrolman. ;e "What seems to be the trouble?" asks the officer. ;a la' 'My tire blew," I sez, putting plenty of grovel into my if-"You if-"You should get tubeless tires," sez John Law, "they "These were tubeless tires," I sez, apologetically. "I factory defect." fu "Sounds like you is the defect, pervert," sez the law, -Jj don't blow out." "Yes, sir," I sez, facing the fact that his logic wif'1 outweighed me by at least forty lbs., "my mistake. - With such an admission, the auto with the tail lighton: . merry way, and I starts to change the tire. Yet no serf -auto jacked up than what should comes along but dicks of the freeway world, a semi truck, pulling the ai and much foreign matter out of Hoyo's sinus cavities. "Zorg," sez Blotto, after we has used three gallons of smelling salts to revives him from his fainting spell, "Just a semi," I sez. "Just a semi?" he replies'isn't that like just a typhoon. "Close," sez Hoyo, "typhoons are easier to avoid. "Not for this kid," sez Blotto, a gleam coming J,.1 up, he grabs his handy bazooka and, loading it ' . takes a position in the roof of the car. j "What's he saying?" I asks Hoyo as he comes back ' , Blotto. I "Not much," sez Hoyo, "he just keeps J:.-changing J:.-changing the name of you car to Pequod... . , story. . ." j- rather than Fluf y, HovoVgfi :in? Stanly Steamer, heating system of the form r mo I T Cause W me into the lap of Hoyo, jRin t Such a V as to "Refrain from that " rri n sufficient force as to prope ,s rne'bkckt'fh W"nd ear wi vance like that and . sha beToSfJf s Seat- " -re Wha for?" sez Blottn u-can u-can handle more than W? ge'etin-'ike brain' think you "We have had a blowout," I cries. "We're doomed," cries Hoyo. |
