Greg reveals a great sorrow and is distained for his pains
Greg says:
Do you know what I hate?
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
Yep – teenagers with dirtbikes
Greg says:
That’s true. Filthy rodents. But it ain’t topical. Do you know what I hate right now?
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
Well my guess is that whether or not you were hating something a minute back you are now thinking about kids on dirtbikes
Greg says:
Good play – but wrong – ha!
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
Liar – you’re thinking about them now with their pointy teeth and rabid breath and independence of travel
Greg says:
Curse them to hell but still no – ha!
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Greg says:
Are you still there?
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Greg says:
OI!!!
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Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
I’m back
Greg says:
Where the hell did you go?
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
Sorry – you were boring me so I got some coffee
Greg says:
Whoever said that honesty is always the best policy should have a talk with you
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
Everyone should talk to me - I’m fascinating. Now I have caffeine I can put up with practically any level of tedium. Speak on...
Greg says:
Good then. Lawnmowers
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
Lawnmowers?
Greg says:
Lawnmowers! With their loudness and tendency to be used by the kind of bastard that thinks of 7am as a natural time to start work
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
So you were woken up at 7 this morning and this has made you cranky?
Greg says:
I’d prefer the term “righteously indignant” to “cranky” but in principle - yes
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
But this is terrible. Silence the merry music and call catastrophe.
Greg says:
But this is great. Cos I thought you might consider it kind of trivial
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
Oh don’t think that.
Greg says:
Its impossible to be a layabout when some disgusting welt-ridden old man is pushing a million decibels of evil around 1 garden down from your earhole
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
I note you are managing the revolting filth part well enough all the same
Greg says:
It’s a matter of maintaining standards Ken. Its what separates us I fear
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
That and the ability to juggle
Greg says:
You can juggle?
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
I have no positive proof but yes
Greg says:
So can I
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
Hmm. Whistle?
Greg says:
Naturally.
Dr Kenny - Medicine Woman says:
Okay. I have no irrational hatred of teenagers with dirtbikes sprung by my parents refusal to get me one when I was their age.
Greg says:
verminous roaches.
3 comments:
I read this whole thing because I thought it said that Greg "is distained for his penis." I wanted to know what that meant. I am none the wiser.
penis distain - you wanna know what it means - a life of pain, a life of living in fear, a life of not being able to wear kilts - thats what it means. Also the doctor said no cheese after midnight.
So, I don't need those Shout wipes afterall? I thought it would have something to do with stainage. Thanks for clearing that up, Greg.
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