“Well, dammit, dude.”
“You shoulda thought of that before it started raining, dude.”
“Don’t rain on my parade, dude, things are already bad enough. I broke the key to the beer fridge.”
“You shoulda …”
“Oh, shut up. I suppose you want me to run out and see if we can get a replacement made.”
“Would you, dude? That’d be gnarly. Here, you’ll need this.”
“A plane ticket, dude? To Istanbul?!?”
“The lock was made in the Middle East, dude. It’ll only take a Turk key.”
– O Ceallaigh
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