Pucky I began from humble beginnings with the spokes. Just a couple kids around the neighborhood, I would hook them up with a spoke here, a spoke there.
Soon it blossomed into my own corner shop. It was no longer a passing hobby. It was something that I was proud of. People knew me by name.
Then the spoke industry caught wind at just the right time. The explosive combination of a suddenly health-conscious America, coupled with the drastic rise in fuel prices meant more business for ya boy Bread. The corner shop was suddenly a full scale factory. I had my very own Mexican. I had finally made it.
Business was booming.
But wait. Maybe I spoke too soon. (Do you see what I did there?
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Like many other handsome, successful entrepreneurs, the economy took its toll on me. Like Madonna, I had to reinvent myself. I shot my creative juices all over the spoke industry's back. Spoke figurines, spoke fencing, and my crowning achievement - the spoke grandfather clock, all kept me afloat.
My company motto changed from
"If it ain't spoke, don't fix it"
To
"The spoke's on you, Jack!"
Pucky that is my story. I would appreciate if you would refrain from your pious comments in the future. Thank you sir.