'We've been over this in the past. Relax, alright? I'm not going to tell you again. Because we've already been over this.'
'Sit down.'
'Why? There is nothing I have to say to you.'
'SIT down.'
'Alright, I'm sitting the fuck down. Are you happy now?'
'If I was happy we wouldn't be having this conversation.'
'Fuck that. This was a fucking mistake from the get-go. We both know that.'
'Maybe you knew. I always wanted what was best for us. For you. I loved you...'
'Oh yeah? Is that why you slept with that zookeeper?'
'It was only that one time! And I told you about it right after! You know how zebras turn me on...'
'Yeah, you're a real saint. You should get your own fucking religion. Fucking... I don't know... 'Zebras-allow-me-to-fuck-around-ism.' Yeah. And people from all over the world would worship you, because you're a saint.'
'I.. I need to tell you something else...'
'What was the guy's name? Ernie? Ernie the fucking zookeeper. Looking after the zebras and getting laid while doing so. Is that in his job description? Taking care of the animals AND the visitors? He's a lucky bastard, that Ern. Finally he got another piece of ass. I heard he was getting pretty sick of looking at those stripes all the time. I can imagine.'
'Ernie and I are getting married. We're starting a zebrafarm in New Mexico... I wanted to tell you sooner, but...'
'OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT BEHIND YOU?!'
To be continued...
'Sit down.'
'Why? There is nothing I have to say to you.'
'SIT down.'
'Alright, I'm sitting the fuck down. Are you happy now?'
'If I was happy we wouldn't be having this conversation.'
'Fuck that. This was a fucking mistake from the get-go. We both know that.'
'Maybe you knew. I always wanted what was best for us. For you. I loved you...'
'Oh yeah? Is that why you slept with that zookeeper?'
'It was only that one time! And I told you about it right after! You know how zebras turn me on...'
'Yeah, you're a real saint. You should get your own fucking religion. Fucking... I don't know... 'Zebras-allow-me-to-fuck-around-ism.' Yeah. And people from all over the world would worship you, because you're a saint.'
'I.. I need to tell you something else...'
'What was the guy's name? Ernie? Ernie the fucking zookeeper. Looking after the zebras and getting laid while doing so. Is that in his job description? Taking care of the animals AND the visitors? He's a lucky bastard, that Ern. Finally he got another piece of ass. I heard he was getting pretty sick of looking at those stripes all the time. I can imagine.'
'Ernie and I are getting married. We're starting a zebrafarm in New Mexico... I wanted to tell you sooner, but...'
'OH MY GOD, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT BEHIND YOU?!'
To be continued...
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