Fish

(A Comhrá)

Bob: ...So I Said, "Excuse me sir, but I believe that fish is MINE"...No hidden messages here!

Malcolm: Eh? I thought the story was about the Spamelopes of the Serengeti. Look! A herd of wild kitkats!

B: It is, it is, but right now I'm telling another story ok?

M: But I want to hear the spamelope story. Nope, no hidden messages on THIS page. At all. Yup.

B: Shut your wordhole freak. Who's company is this anyway? Bill gates=UbergeekoverlordSIR!

M: It's mine. You're the pizza guy. Remember? Mmmm. Pizza hut ROCKS! No really. Tasty! Finger Lickin' Good!

B: ...So then the Tibetan says, "Jolly warm in here chaps. Mind if I turn up the walrus?". WHAT?

M: But this doesn't make any sense. First you were talking about spamelopes, then you suddenly started talking about possesion of a certain fish, then you started talking about a tibetan, a walrus and heat, with no apparent links between any of them. Are you MAD? AHAHAHAHAH!

B: Your point? Mmmmm. Mesa like Nirvana, Ash, Phonics, The Presidents, Greenday, Blur, Kula Shaker, Offspring, REM.

M: That's NOT a toy! Ramuhsa like mosta those up there and Korn, Fun Lovin Criminls (sic), Chris DeBurgh, Dave Matthews...

B: Wheeeeeeeeee! Quacksa like mosta those up there (both) and udder stuff 'swell (mesa canna remembr). Quack iz funnee...hha

M; Give us a fag then. SMOKING KILLS Kids! Try healthy bear-baiting instead. Or kill a US President in cold blood?

B: Sorry I don't smoke. How about a cigarette? Ok. But only if you sleep with me.

M: Don't touch the stuff, personally. Cmon baby, it won't last long...DOH!

B: You should have been a son. She should have worn the crown of thorns.

M: I AM someone's son, Ugly bob. WHY DO YOU CALL ME UGLY BOB? WHY?! DAMN YOU! WHAT FREAK AM I?

B: Don't. Call. Me. Ugly. Frickin. Bob. An UGLY ONE! You're just lucky we don't call you grotesquely ugly bob! Zig heil!

M: I didn't call you ugly frickin Bob. I called you*snip* Standing at the bustop with my shopping in my hand...............

B: Where the hell did THAT come from? The MEANING OF LIFE IS!

C: Would the two of you just SHUT UP! ...and so the crimson permanent assurance set sail upon the seas of international commerce

We're Irish. You'd never guess would you? I mean we're not leprechauns or anything. Of course we are LUCKY! And who doesn't like potatoes? Honestly? DAMN YOU! F! U! C! K! H! E! R! E! Yes people, the Sexateria, now open for business.

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