Road Kill

“Did she ask directions?” Billy inquired.

“Nope,” his father answered, “she asked how far it was to Vegas.”

“Told her,” Earl said, “Long way.”

“Then what happened?”

“Well,” his father continued, “she bought a soda and paid for her gas. She was filling her tank when the motorcycle pulled up.”

“Jap-bike,” said Uncle Earl, “one of those rice burning crotch-rockets.”





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