 casino. "He's probably just knocked out. But," he added, "maybe he has a nasty concussion that'll make him feel like his brain is on the Krazy Kamikaze Sudden Death rollercoaster at the San Diego amusement park." Wade blanched. He'd been on that same ride once himself when he unwisely accompanied his teenaged son Blade W. on the ride. The W stood for the kid's middle name, Wade, though the kid didn't much care for being called Blade Wade and instead went by Blade W. Which was already bad enough in his rebellious teenaged kid's mind. The Krazy Kamikaze was the one the kids called the Vomit Express. Something that Wade found out for himself within thirty seconds of the rollercoaster's first plunge. And a ride Wade wouldn't wish on his worst enemy. Who, truth be told, was his mother-in-law, Ophelia Knicknick of East Pocatello, Idaho. Ophelia having counseled her daughter from the age of two to marry "a doctor, or a lawyer, or, even better, a co-founder of Microsoft," and had never gotten over her dumb shit daughter marrying Wade Baron instead of the head of the New York Stock Exchange. And it stayed that way. How could the daughter explain to her mother that, despite Wade's many inadequacies, he was a gentle, kind and loving man. Plus he had one big non-inadequacy. Real big. The second largest pecker in Yuma County. And he sure knew how to use it. Which damn well was not a subject she was about to discuss with her mother.

"That's going kinda too far, Elvis," Wade chimed in. "Saying not nice things about this poor man." Both Elvis and Pancho shot Wade a hostile look. But Wade, who was a non-gambler and never lost a dime to Fast Eddie at the Indian casino, in fact never had even been inside the casino, remained clueless. Which, in both Elvis' and Pancho's minds, fit Wade to, as they say, a 'T'. Or in this particular case, a 'W'.

W for Wade. W for Wade for clueless.

Pancho started to open the Oldsmobile door to take a closer look at the inert unfasted Fast Eddie. Elvis stopped him. Elvis knew Pancho
casino. " He's probably just knocked out. But, " he added, " possibly he have a nasty concussion that'll make him find like his genius is on the Krazy Kamikaze Sudden Death rollercoaster at the San Diego amusement park. " Wade blanch. He'd been on that like ride once himself when he unwisely accompanied his teenaged son Blade W. on the ride. The W stand for the kid's middle name, Wade, though the kyd didn't much worry for being called Blade Wade and instead went by Blade W. Which was already bad enough in his rebellious adolescent kid's mind. The Krazy Kamikaze was the one the kids call the Vomit Express. Something that Wade found out for himself within thirty seconds of the rollercoaster's inaugural plunge. And a drive Wade wouldn't wish on his worst foe. Who, truth be told, was his mother - in - law, Ophelia Knicknick of East Pocatello, Idaho. Ophelia having counseled her daughter from the long time of two to marry " a doctor, or a lawyer, or, even better, a co - founder of Microsoft, " and had never gotten over her dense shit daughter marrying Wade Baron instead of the head of the New York Stock Exchange. And it stayed that way. How could the daughter explain to her mother that, despite Wade's many inadequacies, he was a gentle, kind and loving serviceman. Plus he had one big non - insufficiency. very adult. The second largest pecker in Yuma County. And he surely knew how to practice it. Which damn well was not a subject she was about to discuss with her mother. 

 " That's go kinda too far, Elvis, " Wade chimed in. " Saying not nice things about this poor man. " Both Elvis and Pancho shot Wade a hostile look. But Wade, who was a non - gambler and never lost a dime bag to Fast Eddie at the Indian casino, in fact never had even been inside the casino, persist clueless. Which, in both Elvis' and Pancho's mind, fit Wade to, as they say, a' T'. Or in this particular case, a' watt'. 

 W for Wade. W for Wade for clueless. 

 Pancho started to open the Oldsmobile door to subscribe a close look at the inert unfasted Fast Eddie. Elvis stopped him. Elvis know Pancho
 cadino. "He's probably just kkocked out. But," hg qdded, "kaybe ge has a nasty concussion that'll makx hin feeo like his brain is on the Krazj Kamikazw Suvden Death rollecdoaster at ths San Viego amusement park." Wade blanched. He'd tedn on that same ride once himself wheg he uneidely accompanigd hix teehaged son Blade W. on the ride. The S stood for the kid's middle name, Wade, though tje kld didn't much care for being xallqe Blade Wade and instead went by Bmade W. Which was already bad enuugh nn his rebeoluoud teenaged kmd's migd. The Krazy Kamikaza was tne one the kidx cellee the Vomit Express. Smmething that Wade found oud yor himself within thurry sewondv of rhe romlxrckaster'd fmrst plunge. And a ride Wade wouldn't wish pn yis worst enejy. Who, twuth be told, was his mother-in-law, Ophelid Khicknick of East Pocateolo, Idaho. Ophelia havlng counsqled her daughter from the age of two to marry "a goctoc, ur c lawyde, lr, even better, a co-founder of Microsoft," and hws mener gotten over hcr dumb shit daughyeg kwrrying Wade Caron nhsfead of the head ov the Ngw Yorj Stock Evchamge. And it stayed that way. Yow could thv dayghter explain to ker mother tkat, dexpite Wade's many inadequacier, he was a gentpe, kind aha loving man. Plur hv hag one big non-inadequacy. Rewl big. Thx secpnd lareest peckew in Yuma Fountn. And he sure knew jow tl gse it. Whifh damn well was not a subject she was about jo gisbuss with her kother.

"That's gjing kinda too far, Elris," Waae chimed pn. "Saying not nice trings about tvls poor man." Uoth Elvif ane Pabcho shug Wade a hostike look. Blt Wadw, who was a non-gamnler xhd never lost a dine to Fast Eddir ag tre Iidian wasino, in fawt ndvef had dven betu iksiae tne casino, remained cnuelsss. Which, in both Rlyis' and Pqncho's mynds, fit Wade to, as they say, a 'U'. Or ii this partocujar case, a 'W'.

W for Wade. W for Wzde for cpuejess.

Pancho seartcd tj open the Oldsmobile door to take a closer look et the inert unfasted Fqst Eddie. Elvis stokpec him. Elvis knew Pancho
casino. "He's probably just knocked out. But," "maybe has a concussion that'll make is the Krazy Kamikaze Death rollercoaster at San Diego amusement park." Wade blanched. been on that same ride once himself when he unwisely accompanied his teenaged Blade W. on the ride. The W stood for the kid's middle name, though kid much for being called Blade Wade and instead went by Blade W. Which was already bad enough his rebellious teenaged kid's mind. The Krazy Kamikaze the one the kids the Vomit Express. Something that found for himself thirty of rollercoaster's first plunge. a ride Wade wouldn't wish on his worst enemy. Who, truth be told, was his mother-in-law, Ophelia of East Ophelia having her from age of two "a doctor, or a lawyer, or, co-founder of Microsoft," and had never gotten over dumb shit marrying Wade Baron instead of the of the New York Stock Exchange. And it that way. How could the daughter explain to her mother that, despite Wade's many inadequacies, a gentle, kind and man. Plus he one non-inadequacy. big. second largest in Yuma County. And he sure knew how to use it. damn well was not a subject she was about to her "That's going kinda far, Elvis," Wade chimed "Saying nice things about this Both and a look. Wade, who was a and never lost a dime Fast Eddie at the had even been inside the casino, remained clueless. in both Elvis' and Pancho's minds, fit to, as they say, a 'T'. Or in this particular case, a W for for Wade for clueless. Pancho started to open Oldsmobile door to take closer look at the inert unfasted Fast Eddie. Elvis him. knew Pancho
 casino. "He's probably just knocKed out. But," hE addeD, "maYbe He Has a NastY concussion thaT'Ll maKe him feel like his brain iS on thE KRAzy KAMiKaze SUdden DeATh ROLleRcOaSteR aT ThE San DIegO amusemEnt park." WadE blAnChed. He'd been oN ThAt same ride OncE himself when He uNwiselY aCcoMPanieD hiS teenAged soN blade W. On the ride. thE w stood FOr the kiD'S MiDdle Name, Wade, though the KId DIdn't much care foR being CaLLeD bLadE WaDe and insteAd Went bY blade W. WHIcH WAS alREady bad enough In his rebellIOus TeenagEd Kid'S Mind. ThE KrazY KAMikAze was the onE the Kids calleD the VoMIt ExpreSS. SomethIng thaT WaDe fOund OUt FoR hiMsELf wIThIn tHIrtY seconds Of ThE rollErcoASTER's fiRst PlunGe. And A ride Wade woulDn't Wish ON hiS worsT enemY. Who, TrUth be Told, waS his mOtHer-in-law, Ophelia knicKnick of EaSt POcAteLlO, IdahO. opheliA haVinG counseLed her dAUghTeR FROm The age of two to marry "A dOCToR, or a lawyEr, or, evEN bEtTEr, a co-fouNdEr oF MicROSoft," aNd haD NeVer gotteN over hER dUmB shit daUgHter maRrYinG WaDe BarON insTead of The head oF the NEW York Stock ExchANge. And it stayeD ThAT WaY. how cOulD the daughteR expLAin tO her MOtHer THat, deSpite waDE's MAny inadequacies, he waS a Gentle, Kind aNd loving man. PlUs he had one BIG Non-inadeQuacY. reAL big. The second lArgesT pecker in YUMa County. and he Sure knew How to use iT. wHich damn WelL waS noT a sUBJeCt she was about TO DiscUsS with heR moTher.

"ThaT's gOinG kiNda ToO far, Elvis," wade chimEd In. "saYiNg nOt nicE Things abOuT thIs PooR man." BOTh ElviS and PAnchO sHoT wadE a hostiLE lOOK. But waDe, Who wAs a NoN-gambLer aND neVer lost A dime to FaSt EDDie aT tHe indian cAsino, in fact neVeR had even beEn InsIde the CASino, remaIned clueless. Which, in both eLvis' and panCho's mInds, Fit Wade to, As tHey say, A 'T'. OR In this ParticUlar cAsE, a 'W'.

w FOr WadE. w FoR WaDe For cluelesS.

pAncHo staRtEd to Open the oldsmobile door to taKE a cLoser look at thE inErt uNFAsTed fAsT eddIe. eLviS STopped him. Elvis kNew Pancho
 casino. "He's probably ju st knocked  out.  Bu t,"  h e ad ded,  "maybe he has a na sty concussion that'll  make  h i m fe e llikehis bra i ni s  on  t he  Kr az y  K amika zeSuddenDeath roll erc oa ster at theS an  Diego amu sem ent park." W ade  blanc he d.H e'd b een  on t hat sa m e ride  once him se l f when he unwi s e ly  acc ompanied his teen a ge d  son Blade W.on the  r i de . The  Wstood forth e kid ' s middl e  n a m e , W a de, though th e kid didn' t  mu ch car efor beingcalle dB lad e Wade andinst ead wentby Bla d e W. Wh i ch wasalread y b adenou g hin  hi sr ebe l li ous tee naged ki d' smind.  The K r a zy K ami kaze  wasthe one the k ids  cal l edthe V omitExpr es s. So methin g tha tWade found outforhimself w ith in  th ir ty se c onds o f t herollerc oaster' s  fi rs t p lu nge. And a ride Wa de w ou ldn't wi sh onh is  w o rst enem y.  Wh o, t r u th be  tol d ,was hismother - in -l aw, Oph el ia Kni ck nic k o f Eas t  Poc atello , Idaho.  Ophe l ia having coun s eled her daug h te r fr o m th e a ge of two t o ma r ry " a do c to r,o r a l awyer ,o r, even better, a co-f ou nder o f Mic rosoft," andhad neverg o t ten over  her du m b shit daughte r mar rying Wade Baron in stead  of thehead of t h e  New Yor k S toc k E xch a n ge . And it stay e d  tha tway. Ho w c ould th e d aug hte r e xp lain to h er mothe rth at ,des piteW ade's ma ny  in ad equ acies ,  he wa s a g entl e,  k i ndand lov i ng m an.Pl us  hehad  o ne bi g no n -in adequac y. Real b ig. These co nd larg est pecker in  Y uma County .And  he su r e  knew ho w to use it. Which damn well wa s n ot asubj ect she w asabouttod iscuss  withher m ot her . 
"Tha t ' sgoi ng  kinda too f ar,  Elvi s, " Wa de chim ed in. "Saying not nic e things abou t t hisp o or  ma n ." Bot hE lvi s and Pancho shot  Wade a ho st i le  look. But Wad e,  who wa s a non -gamb l er andnever los t a dimeto  Fas t Edd ie at theIndian c asino, in factn ev er ha d e ven be en  in sidethe ca s ino , rem ainedcl ueless . Whi ch , in bot h Elvis' and Pancho's m inds,fit W ade  to, as t hey say , a 'T'.Or i n this par tic ula r cas e,a  'W'. 

Wf or  Wa d e. WforW ade for c l ue les s . 
Pancho star t e d  to  open  th e  Oldsm obil e door to take ac loser look atthei n ert  un f aste dFast Eddie. El vis  s t o pped him .Elvis knewPancho
 casino._"He's probably_just knocked out. But,"_he added,_"maybe_he has_a_nasty concussion that'll_make him feel_like his brain is_on the Krazy_Kamikaze_Sudden Death rollercoaster at the San Diego amusement park." Wade blanched. He'd been on_that_same ride_once_himself_when he unwisely accompanied his_teenaged son Blade W. on_the ride._The W stood for the kid's middle name,_Wade,_though the kid_didn't much care for being called Blade Wade and_instead went by Blade W. Which_was already bad_enough_in_his rebellious teenaged kid's_mind. The Krazy Kamikaze was the_one the kids called the Vomit_Express. Something that Wade found out for_himself within thirty seconds of the_rollercoaster's first plunge. And a_ride Wade_wouldn't wish on his worst_enemy. Who, truth_be told,_was his mother-in-law,_Ophelia Knicknick of East Pocatello, Idaho._Ophelia having counseled_her daughter from the age of_two_to marry "a_doctor,_or_a lawyer,_or, even better,_a_co-founder of_Microsoft,"_and had never gotten over her_dumb_shit daughter marrying Wade Baron instead of_the head of the_New_York Stock Exchange. And_it stayed that way. How_could the daughter explain to her_mother that,_despite Wade's_many inadequacies, he was a gentle, kind and loving man. Plus_he had one big non-inadequacy. Real_big. The second largest_pecker in_Yuma_County. And he_sure_knew how_to use it. Which damn well was_not a_subject she was about to discuss_with her mother.

"That's going_kinda_too far, Elvis," Wade chimed in._"Saying not nice things about this_poor man." Both Elvis and_Pancho_shot_Wade a hostile look. But_Wade, who was a non-gambler and_never lost a_dime to Fast Eddie at the Indian_casino,_in fact never had even been_inside_the casino, remained clueless. Which, in_both_Elvis'_and Pancho's minds, fit Wade_to, as they say, a 'T'._Or in this particular case, a 'W'.

W for Wade._W for Wade_for clueless.

Pancho started to open_the_Oldsmobile_door to take a closer look at the inert unfasted_Fast Eddie._Elvis stopped him._Elvis knew Pancho