"The Best of Bad Hemmingway" A great addition to a library, and a fun read.
"The Best of Bad Hemmingway"
A great addition to a library, and a fun read.
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In the Late Summer of That Year We Lived in a Condo
In the late summer of that year we lived in a condo in North Dallas that looked across the tollway to the discos and honky-tonks of the rue St. Bubba. We were young and our happiness dazzled us… “Pass the Doritos,” I said and her eyes shone like the stars over Amarillo. I could not tell the girl about the woman of the tollway, of her milk-white BMW and her Jordache smile. There had been a fight. I had punched her boyfriend, who fought the mechanical bulls…. And when we finished there were no winners, just men doing what men must do…. “Stop the car,” the girl said. There was a look of great and terrible sadness in her eyes. She knew about the woman of the tollway. I knew not how. I started to speak, but she raised an arm and spoke with a quiet and peace I will never forget. “I do not ask for whom’s the tollway belle,” she said. “The tollway belle’s for thee.”
Peter Applebome
Didn't want to put a PDF link into a link post, some people seem to be wary of them.
Home page
https://www.amerlit.com/index.htm
PDF links
https://amerlit.com/humor/humor.php?document=HUMOR%20Hemingway%20parodies
https://www.amerlit.com/humor/HUMOR%20Hemingway%20parodies.pdf
Edit: For direct download from the directory structure, got to the site like so:
https://amerlit.com/humor/
(Replace with directory of choice)
>In the Late Summer of That Year We Lived in a Condo
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In the late summer of that year we lived in a condo in North Dallas that looked across the tollway to the
discos and honky-tonks of the rue St. Bubba. We were young and our happiness dazzled us…
“Pass the Doritos,” I said and her eyes shone like the stars over Amarillo.
I could not tell the girl about the woman of the tollway, of her milk-white BMW and her Jordache smile.
There had been a fight. I had punched her boyfriend, who fought the mechanical bulls…. And when we
finished there were no winners, just men doing what men must do….
“Stop the car,” the girl said.
There was a look of great and terrible sadness in her eyes. She knew about the woman of the tollway. I
knew not how. I started to speak, but she raised an arm and spoke with a quiet and peace I will never
forget. “I do not ask for whom’s the tollway belle,” she said. “The tollway belle’s for thee.”
>
Peter Applebome
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