Willy spots Prezza heading towards the Pie Shop.
Willy: " Big man, quick, that fat bastard Prezza is heading oor way...."
McBroon: " What!....old two bog seats?.."
Willy: "Aye the very one....sleekit bastard has parked his Jag round the corner so we won't think he's a rich git.."
McBroon: " Fat useless bastard....hear he's gentrified his hoose wi' mock Tudor beams on the front wall..."
Willy: " Shut it Broon....need to play canny....remember he gets a thumping monthly allowance from his company for food expenses....."
McBroon: " Aye your'e right there Willy....₤400 buys a load of pies..."
Willy: " Spot on big man....this'll solve our wee problem of excess stock...."
McBroon:" Get wrapping Willy........the 'brus r'on me..."
Willy: " I'm on it now .......any chance of sending your cleaner round my place?.."
McBroon: " Shut it Willy....this whole cleaning nonsense started in America...."
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