Jim Harbaugh was upset. He paced his office, fuming, then grabbed his iPhone 3GS and called Vince Young, whom he findly referred to as “Huckleberry Finn,” for reasons neither of them could remember.
“Vince,” Harbaugh said. “Did you see these god damned People’s Choice Awards?”
“Maybe,” said Vince Young. “What’s up?”
“Well,” Harbaugh fumed, “I was watching and the category for Favorite Constitution came up. Can you fucking believe this shit? Britain was nominated?”
“Great Britain doesn’t have a written constitution,” Vince Young said. “What are you talking about? Are you drunk?”
“No, Vince Young, I’ve never been more sober,” Harbaugh said. “So did you see who won?”
“Was it the Netherlands?,” Vince Young asked.
“Japan!,” Harbaugh yelled. “And their constitution only dates to 1947!”
Vince Young shook his head. “Just seems wrong. Anyway, who won for Favorite Pseudonymous American Author?”
“Mark Twain,” Harbaugh replied. “But he wins about every year. At least the years that Ellery Queen doesn’t win.”
Vince Young sighed. “Anyway, #Whats4Breakfast?”
“What did you say?,” Harbaugh asked. “Did you just say ‘Hashtag what’s for breakfast,’ all strung together really fast?”
“Maybe,” Vince Young said. “#ces.”
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Sweet as.
Has that Vonnegut-gone-2.0 feel to it that I'm always looking for in my Twitter-themed short stories. Thanks!
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