Thursday, July 06, 2006


Bird: Wassup, Buff?

Buff: Birdy, never give out your password or credit card number in an instant message conversation.

Bird: Gone right off your pudding, have you?

Buff: It’s the computers, lad, they’re driving me barmy.

Bird: Hey, aren’t you seeing Dr Feelgood today?

Buff: Aye. Time for the annual you-know-what.

Bird: The digital thingee?

Buff: Yes.

Bird: Last time something came up at the last minute, if memory serves…

Buff: More like at the first minute, actually.

Bird: Oh, God… I remember now. Skyrockets in flight, afternoon Turkish delight.

Buff: Something like that.

Bird: My God, Buff, is nothing sacred anymore?

Buff: It’s all sacred, every bit of it.

Bird: But the Hippocratic Oath and all that, I mean.

Buff: Whatever.

Bird: Aren’t you, like, ashamed of yourself?

Buff: I got over it.

Bird: Well, be good, if you can manage it.

Buff: But of course.

Bird: Ailing pussies calling. Must go.

Buff: Tot ziens! Arf, arf!

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