Wussini?
Geno came by on the bike the other day.
It was a crappy day out, weather-wise.
I asked him what was up.
“Let’s go for a ride,” he said.
“The weather sucks. I’m not going anywhere,” I informed him.
“What are you? A Wussini?” he asked me.
“What’s a Wussini?” I replied.
“A Wussini is the Queen of the Wussies,” he answered.
“I’m not a Wussini,” I announced.
“Then go get your bike out!” he enthused.
“The weather sucks,” I came back with.
“Wussini!” he proclaimed.
“I’m not a Wussini,” I demanded.
“Wussini!”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Wussini!”
“Do you actually think that if you keep saying that, I’m gonna change my mind about riding in crappy weather and just go get my bike out?”
“Wussini!”
“I’ll go get my bike out.”
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And so it went again with Geno.
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Let’s see, that makes it;
GENO - 25,000,21
TRAMP - ZERO
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But I’m gonna keep trying!
No, I don't know why.