© 2014 Aaron Atkinson


We’re in Iowa visiting my folks. Lola goes to the back door and stands with her nose against the glass. She’s got to go outside.

Mom gets up and slides open the door to let Lola out. As it’s opening, Lola squeezes through and takes off like she’s been shot from a cannon.

Mom: Holy moly! She took off like a bleep out of hell!

Me: Like a what, Ma?

Mom: Like a bleep out of he… oh, I guess I bleeped the wrong word.

Me: Darn bleep you did.

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