Bull: How was your game?
Harry: Never mention the word ‘football’ to me again
Bull: Okay. Am I allowed to use them separately? ‘Foot’ and ‘ball’? And what about words that sound like them? You could mishear.
Harry: Thanks, Bull. You’re officially the worst friend ever.
Bull: I’m not your friend. Anyway, you say this stuff every week. You’ll go back.
Harry: Not this time. My refereeing days are over. They sacked me. Tore up my red and yellow paint-charts, and gave my whistle to a dog.
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