"HEY FAT BOY!" Louie yelled down.
"Oh, no," said Eric, "oh no, please. I'm sick. . ."
Both of the fat men looked up from the swimming pool. They
were both wearing light blue trunks.
"Hey, fat boy!" yelled Louie "I bet if you farted, you'd blow seaweed from here to Bermuda!"
"Louie," said Eric, "there's no seaweed down there."
"There's no seaweed down there, fat boy!" yelled Louie. You must have sucked it up your ass!"
. . . The biggest fat man climbed out of the pool and the smaller one followed him. They could
hear them coming up the stairway, plop, plop, plop. The walls shook.
- Good ol' Buko, from his short story book Hot Water Music
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