Tuesday, 10 March 2009

Hot Buttered Visa

The Boss has just returned from a short trip out, having declared (about five times, as is usual) that she was heading out to pay her visa bill. Upon returning she is clutching a bag of some takeway wares, and asks me -

“Would you like a piece of visa?”

Here’s me : "Wha?"

“I would offer you a fry but they’re all gone”

Here’s me : "Wha?"

“Veda. Would you like a veda fry?”

You’re not even speaking English anymore you know.

Here’s me : "Ahhhhh... what are you talking about?"

“Pizza. Would you like a piece of pizza?”

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