WG: Look, Brother Alexanderson Ah'm no interestit in yir hoaspitality or yir Holy Trinity Lounge or...
FA: Cafe
WG: Ah thoat yi said it wiz a lounge.
FA: No, my wife, Cafe
WG: Whit aboot hur ?
FA: She's the hostess in the Howy Twinity Wounge.
WG: Big deal
FA: She's a gween gwape as well. I'll tell her to keep your gwasses overfwowing.
WG: Ah'll be declining your invitation, Bwuwa.
FA: Faiwenough but if you decide to use them I will see you at the Theatre of Dweams.
WG: Don't haud yir breath - in fact dae haud yir breath.
WG disconnects the call
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