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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Three Word Wednesday - March 21, 2007

"I've taken all and I've endured
One day it all will fade I'm sure"


Three Word Wednesday - March 21, 2007

Sir Bone of Bama has Three Word Wednesdays at his blog. The project is that he picks three words, then people write a bit utilizing those three words. The three words this week were lounged, slice, and knot. Below you will find my attempt.


"Heh. What's wit' chu and churches."

Joshua wasn't a bit started by Dooley's failed attempt at sneaking up on him. He was always trying to coax the slightest hint of fear from Joshua, but was batting zero for the century.

"What hath though broth me Dooley Dooley Dumbass?"

"Just shut cher freakin' yap, and take cher slice o' de pie. Wiseass."

Joshua sifted through the loot, making sure his cut was accounted for. He never had any beefs with Dooley's brother Big Frank. Frank was at least somewhat trustworthy when it came to a prompt and proper payment. Dooley, well hell, he always was the knot in the line.

"Paw seays next time not to muck up the works. Seays you lounged around too much. Weren't quick enough, da cops almost nailed chu."

"Tell 'Paw' that I do what I do. If he doesn't like it, he can get another swing man. Maybe Tommy. Hell, maybe even you little D."

"Chu tell him yours damn self. I ain't involved."

"For once, Tweedledooley, you're using your head."

With that, Dooley got up, and promptly exited the back of the cathedral. Mumbling all along the way.

Joshua always enjoyed using older, archaic churches to do his dirty little deeds. It was quiet, relaxed, and most people were to busy trying to absolve their bad habits to mess in others.

Until next time:
"Only the mob and the elite can be attracted by the momentum of totalitarianism itself. The masses have to be won by propaganda." - Hannah Arendt