3.30 am
Digler rises to his feet purposefully, and flicks the tanoy microphone to untangle the curly cable. In light of our recent conversation I'm a little puzzled as to what he's going to say. Twisting slightly he places the mic' between the cheeks of his arse and lets out a loud slow wet fart. He squeezes the last of the noxious gas's from his bowl, it's forced wet squeaks echoing around the hard surfaces of the production facility. He then returns to more serious issue in hand with a self satisfied grin.
"How old are you?" I say in mock chastisement.
We smile at each other, the big, wide, knowing smile.
6 Comments:
Your karaoke nights have taken a decidedly foul twist.
That's the last time I sing, 'Fire starter'.
You never grow out of it do you? Any of you!
Oh yes a sexist joke. Why are women like clouds? Because eventually they fuck off and then it's a really nice day.
Fucking off now then!
Lippy
Marvellous - although the wall of a shower can be just as effective as a tannoy.
Lippy- Well that's certainly true of my ex wife, who could brighten any room just by leaving.
Qenny- True, but the tannoy does reach a larger audience.
Life at the Nuclear Plant is never dull for you and Homer!!
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