In which Kenny’s love is discussed and the conversation ends with a whimper
Greg says:
The object of your love: animal vegetable or mineral?
The Third Kenny says:
Not object
Greg says:
You haven’t fallen in love with moonlight have you?
Greg says:
or the concept of yesterday
The Third Kenny says:
Not object:- angel.
Greg says:
Are you aware that there is not a single angel with a girls name?
The Third Kenny says:
Rubbish. Princess Michael of
The Third Kenny says:
An angel rather.
Greg says:
Granted but she’s got a boys name.
The Third Kenny says:
Fine but just to hurry this along animal – biped - featherless
The Third Kenny says:
not a plucked chicken
Greg says:
A plucked chicken?
Greg says:
Dammit you’re too quick and overeducated
The Third Kenny says:
I like to know so
Greg says:
Princess Michael of
The Third Kenny says:
Incorrect but getting closer
Greg says:
Some poor girl then. Do I know her?
The Third Kenny says:
Correct, less of the poor and no. We met on a train.
Greg says:
Ah-huh. I feel a cloud of grim inevitability scorching my nasal cavities
The Third Kenny says:
Cynic
Greg says:
It’s the maths - breeds a low level of thought
The Third Kenny says:
I’ve often said
Greg says:
We extrapolate from past behaviour and ask ‘do you even know her name?’
The Third Kenny says:
That was a bit low
Greg says:
Don’t go dissing the maths then
The Third Kenny says:
Names are cliché. My love transcends
Greg says:
Transcends what?
The Third Kenny says:
Just transcends. It’s a versatile love.
Greg says:
phone
The Third Kenny says:
k
Greg says:
Mary Jaradine would like to know if the meeting is still on
The Third Kenny says:
As far as I’m concerned
The Third Kenny says:
Gotta go
Greg says:
Cheerio
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