Menage à Trois Bingo

It was time, once again, for the Appalachian Marathon. Farmer Jones had had it up to *here* with having hundreds of sweaty grunting runners pelting through his prime bottomland. He piled his passel o' kids into the old Ford and careened off to race headquarters.

"Y'all gotta move this course to a different holler!"

Anyone else notice that this is the second Bush to have vice-presidential issues related to quayle?