The following is a transcript of a conversation between two friends held in my carhole (I refuse to call it 'garage') yesterday. Everytime I think about it cracks me up even more.
Gordon: So I went to see your solicitor yesterday to ask about gambling laws.
Stuart: Who? Michael Anderson?
G: Yeah.
S: Uh, he's not a solicitor. He's a chartered accountant. I go to him for financial advice.
G: Well he's not an accountant, he's actually a quantity surveyor.
S: Yeah.
G: So I went in --
S: Wait, you didn't say you knew me did you?
G: No.
S: Thank fuck for that.
This just gets funnier everytime I read it.
Gordon: So I went to see your solicitor yesterday to ask about gambling laws.
Stuart: Who? Michael Anderson?
G: Yeah.
S: Uh, he's not a solicitor. He's a chartered accountant. I go to him for financial advice.
G: Well he's not an accountant, he's actually a quantity surveyor.
S: Yeah.
G: So I went in --
S: Wait, you didn't say you knew me did you?
G: No.
S: Thank fuck for that.
This just gets funnier everytime I read it.
I shall call it a Carhole
as well.
[Edited on Sep 22, 2004 2:33PM]