well, it's been a wee while
since i took immense pleasure in winding wee islander's up. sample the followin conversation that took place at a mate's flat last weekend - she invited moi and a pair of young [as in 20-somethin] loud, high-pitched ineffectual feckless [note: university graduate's, mind] bint's to view her moggie's.
reference that tragic dhow accident in bahrain where four wee islander's lost their lives - and it so happened this piece of news came on the telly:
the letter b [tlb]: tragic innit? the four of em wee islander's?
mate: yeah and they were there for some project right?
tlb: yep, the world trade centre thingy; and they were from the same company as me bro, the blahyadda computer systems
ineffectual feckless bint [ifb] #1, lookin all confused whilst spoutin ungrammatical english : er, where this happen, huh?
mate & tlb in unison: bahrain
ifb #2 lookin more confused - or was it #1? anyways both sounded exactly alike [see loud, high-pitched]: er, where's bah-Lain?
mate & tlb - bewildered, mind: in the middle east [duh?]
and then tlb found herself repeatin: well, they were all there for a project and were from the same organisation as me bro
mate: yeah and that organisation is the blahyadda computer systems
ifb #1 - or was it #2? anyways both sounded exactly alike [see loud, high-pitched]: er, what is the middle east?
ifb #2 - or was it #1? anyways both sounded exactly alike [see loud, high-pitched]: why are the wee islander's there?
i swear i almost flung the plate of dessert onto her ugly mug. BUT when the conversation turned to blokes [read: white bloke's] their ears pricked up and blinker's widened with keen interest.
but naturally. wot does one expect from these lowlife peasant's anyway?
so em both ifb's found it fit to interrupt [no, pester's more like it] us THRICE in a row when said mate and i recounted - in utter disgust - about this young Yankee who was tryin his luck on us on st paddy's day: "IS HE GOOD LOOKIN?"
what has his looks gotta do with his actions? desperate twattin cunt's. oh but of course, it was his wallet/dosh [read: white chap's = wealthy, live in mansion's] that they are interested in, not the person.
well, wot dya expect from these lowlife peasant chinky slag's anyways? no, more specifically, where were they when god was givin out brain's? in the fuckin bog? really, it's an utter crime against humanity to allow these amoebae to even roam the earth. never mind breed.
oh, btw, even em moggies knew they were amoebic. such that they refused to acknowledge their presence.
HA.
as enscribed by the letter b @ April 6, 2006 07:54 PM | someone's pinged