I TRIPLE Dog Dare You!

Naw, he ain't gonna do it. He's chicken.

I ain't chicken. I just don't need to be sticking my tongue to no pump handle, or signing up for an Ironman five months after just doing one.

See, I told you he won't. He's chicken.

I ain't chicken. Besides, who's gonna wanna do an Ironman in Utah? I mean, sersly, Utah?

Bock bock bock. Everyone's doing it. C'mon. Don't be a baby. Just one more won't hurt you.

I ain't a baby. I just don' wanna.

Are so a baby. Who care's what mom says? Are you gonna go home and cry? Is baby gonna cry?????

I'm not a baby.

CRY, BABY, CRYYYYYYY---

Are you kidding? Sign up for another stupid Ironman? That's dumb!

That's 'cause you know it'll hurt!

You're full of it!

Oh yeah?

Yeah!

Well I double-DOG-dare ya!

NOW it was serious. A double-dog-dare. What else was there but a "triple dare you"? And then, the coup de grace of all dares, the sinister triple-dog-dare.

I TRIPLE-dog-dare ya!

Supalinds (a/k/a "Mrs. Wilson") created a slight breach of etiquette by skipping the triple dare and going right for the throat!

Better just call the fire department now, because it is done. I'm in.