Dave: Urgh! What the fuck is that all over your boots chief?
Mark: Dogs. Dead dogs.
Dave: Been up the park again?
Mark: Walked through there on the way back from the post office. That nice tour guide we met last year finally got around to sending us the photos from our trip. They’re on a usb stick. Cunt didn’t pay any postage though. I got fined an extra pound on top.
Dave: Has your computer even got a usb port?
Mark: Fucking hell Dave, I’m from the 21st Century. I’ve got a usb port up my bumhole if I fucking need one.
Dave: All right, all right. Which of our trips last year are the pictures from?
Mark: Switzerland. Remember the bloke that thought we were Ant and Dec that you told to fuck off when he asked for our autographs?
Dave: Put us into the boot of his car at knife point? Little bits of spit came out when he spoke?
Mark: That’s the cunt. Why did you tell him to get fucked?
Dave: Because we’re far more handsome than PJ and Duncan. Anyway, it’s your fault he put us in the boot. You’re the cunt that hit him. That was sweet, bang on target chief. I could still take you in a fight if it came to it between us though. He must have known we didn’t have our passports on us though.
Mark: Agreed, You riled him first though. That’s why we ended up in his boot. He was obviously a sociopath, he was hardly likely to and, in fact didn’t, stop and ask us if we wanted to go to Switzerland and, oh, by the way do you boys have your passports? I thought it was going to be a repeat of that time we ended up in Belgium getting bummed by reformed paedos.
Dave: Oh no chief, Switzerland was better than that. Hence the pictures. Although the trip home was shit without passports. Hitchhiking, hiding in those containers. Scary as shit. Would’ve been even scarier if we hadn’t met that dude that used to sell alternative remedies in the Balkans, the Ex-forces guy from Bosnia, Ahmet? Sydur’s mate? If it hadn’t been for him we wouldn’t have got back so quickly and I’d have missed Home and Away. I fucking love Home and Away. It’s great.
Mark: For fucks sake. You do have about the shittest taste in just about
everything. I don’t know why I’m still friends with you sometimes. You’re
such a cunt.
Dave: I think the answer to that is in the question chief.
*All credit where it's due goes to Sir David Halfpenny MBE, this was his idea. If you don't like it blame him. The cunt.*
An interview with Rosi Sexton: polymath
6 years ago
2 comments:
You do realise it will be YOUR FAULT if I unconsciously use the word cunt in a conversation with my aged father or something? And how will I explain that I am not just being a potty-mouthed little shit, but that I am actually drawing on a rich history of comic invective? Tapping a seam of genius? I suppose I will just have to direct him to your blog. That should finish him off.
It's my fault if you do something? That sounds like the Kate school of American logic to me darlin'.
Feel free to point your old man here though, this place could do with more quality readers.
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