Christmas
Posted on Saturday, December 23, 2006I was strolling down the the road this evening, on my way to my pub of choice, (on my way to a pint or two with people of my choice, for a change) when the phone rang. The phone in my pocket, that is, as opposed to that on the wall, just for the sake of clarification.
Not the phone beside the hall stand. Near the tallboy. Not the phone with the two parts: the ear-piece and the other bit.
For the sake of absolute clarity, it was the phone in my pocket that rang.
Rrring rrrrinnnngg!
What?
It was Gonad the Ballbearian.
What? What the fuck do you want?
There was no mistaking Gonad’s voice.
I saw you walking down the street.
So?
I was driving past.
So?
I saw you.
Saw what?
I saw you muttering away to yourself like a madman and waving your arms in the air while walking along in the street. As your attorney, I advise you to stop.
God! I set aside my bag of chips from Luigi’s.
Ya think so??
I think so. As your attorney, I think you should stop gesticulating now.
Stumble it!
December 23rd, 2006
Just a general comment. GREAT page that keeps me in touch with what the real shit is. Keep it up Bock!
December 25th, 2006
Good old Gonad, always on the look out for a fee. Burn the bill if you get it.