BUFFALO: I see the ads are gone, dude.
BIRD: Yep.
BUFFALO: Wot happened?
BIRD: Invalid clickings or sumthin'. That fookster Bud Dumbwilly the 9th, the Phantom Clicker, probably broke his parole and clicked our pension to boogery.
BUFFALO: Bummer. 250 grand down the Swan-ee.
BIRD: Still better to be poor and satiated than to be able to fart through the eye of a needle. Or sumthin' like that.
BUFFALO: Too-do-loo, Portaloo.
BIRD: Sayonara, fancy dress.
BUFFALO: So long, adieu, megalomania.
BIRD: Hactually, who gives an Adam's apple. *********** 'em.
BUFFALO: Backwards with a power drill.
BIRD: Still got Fifi.
BUFFALO: Bless her cotton socks.
BIRD: Don't write the cheque out, Momma!
BUFFALO: Arf, arf!
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