One Sunday morning....
Mr. Exact: How are you feeling today on this bright and shining Sunday morning Mrs. Fig?
Mrs. Figurative: Well, I feel like a million dollars. The sun is bring, my cup is full and there is a cool breeze sweeping across the plains in which I live. How are you feeling Mr. Exact?
Mr. Exact: I can not complain because I am doing exceptionally well on this fine Sunday morning.
Mrs. Figurative: That is wonderful! I am glad we get to attend the ceremonial joy we call Church. Well I must be going. I have a long journey ahead of me. See you later Mr. Exact.
Mr. Exact: Bye Mrs. Fig.
meanwhile with the local nerd Adam Academic....
Adam: Oh my goodness! It seems my inquiries with Bio mechanics has left me unmistakeably late for Sunday morning service.
Harry Homespun: Dude quit being so formal, chill out. We are going soon, just calm yourself. Think of catching some narley waves bro!
Garry Grotesque: Yeah ill get you there. Even if I have to run a hundred puppies over and spill their blood over the highway causing massive chaos and widespread panic!
Adam: MY GOD MAN!!!! How could you think of being complicit in killing puppies. I believe I will have to put you on surveillance Mr. but it will have to wait. I must leave. Bye
Harry Homespun: Alright well y'all dudes take it easy. Holla later bro. Kowabunga!! later Adam and Garry.
Garry Grotesque: And as the little girl who coughes up blood and cries at night says, " I want to see you later please." Dont die out there guys.
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