BARMAN:
Are you serious sir? I mean, do you really think the world’s going to end this afternoon?
FORD PREFECT:
Yes. In just over one minute-and-thirty-five seconds.
BARMAN:
Well isn’t there anything we can do?
FORD PREFECT:
No, nothing.
BARMAN:
Well I always thought we were meant to lie down and put a paper bag over our head or something.
FORD PREFECT:
If you’d like, yes.
BARMAN:
Well will that help?
FORD PREFECT:
No. Excuse me I’ve got to find my friend.
BARMAN:
Very well then. Last orders please!
Friday, 27 April 2012
Grappa
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I'm picturing every attractive woman in the developed world trying to be The Unknown Comic.
Uck. Brain bleach, please.
cheers
eon
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