SOAL: Yi'v the large-breasted Boynita tae thank fur that.
WG: How come ?
SOAL: Shi tried tae phone ye last night n yir moby wiz switched aff. Shi panicked n goat in touch wi me.
WG: How did shi git your number ?
SOAL: Shi knows ma maw's maiden name. Shi went tae the bank, accessed ma details n goat ma number that wey.
NAFOS: Is that legal ?
SOAL: That's neither here nur there, Naf.
WG: Then whut happened ?
SOAL: She phoned mi n Ah said ' You're meant tae bi WG in The Square & Compass' - that's when shi goat fraught.
The Badger: She knows the pub-dash-lodge ?
SOAL: Evidently. Remember shi comes fae doon that wey.
WG: So whit did Boynita say ?
SOAL: Thit yi wur in danger - 'A bam tae the slaughter' wiz the phrase shi used Ah think.
WG: Whit ?
SOAL: Aye, she suspects yon Catriona ay foul play.
WG: That yin's a wee darnelist bitch. Ah'll Sudocrem hur aw right. Hur n that scumbag Stuart.
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