Yokel 1: I see it's Tommy Hardy's birthday.
Yokel 2: Dead and gone as we all shall be.
Yokel 1: I'll take the cake back then.
Yokel 2: Can you smell that air? Is that the sulphurous emissions of London, as it draws our native maids and youths into its evil dance?
Yokel 1: Nay, it's the smell of freedom. Donald Farfrae says he's pulling out of yon Paris Climate accord.
Yokel 2: Paris! That rookery of vanities.
Yokel 1: We'll burn some tyres before nammit tide I warrant it?
Yokel 2: Yea, let us down to the Silent Woman. She's heated by shale oil now.
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