Harry: What are we gonna do now?
Bull: I can’t imagine. I’ve tried every air freshener known to man. Or woman, not that she knows anything.
Harry: Huh?
Bull: The stench. The demonic stench that fucking Dan...
Harry: Dom
Bull: ...left behind after our little listening party. We may have to burn the house down.
Harry: But what are we gonna do about Flinchy?
Bull: Flinchy?
Harry: He e-mailed. Said he wants it to be his ‘club-name’.
Bull: I guess we’ll do whatever he wants. Otherwise Jimmy’ll be out on the street.
Harry: Why should we care?
Bull: It’s no fun beating up homeless people. Fish in a barrel.
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