If I were the type
(I’m the type. What am I talking about?)
Shut your face! Who’s doing this write up, me or me?
(Is that a real question?)
You going to let me finish or are you going to keep on demonstrating reasons why I should have taken that job with Blue Cross Blue Shield?
(I’m not sure I understand that reference.)
It was a soul-killing job joke…whatever. Jus’ hush for a minute. Let me get through this.
(You sure you want to?)
Yes. Are you going to hush for a second?
(If you’re sure.)
Shut your face.
(It’s your public hanging.)
(Suture self. See what I did there?)
Ignoring you even harder.
(Whatever, dude. You can do your lame bit now.)
Okay…. Now…since I’ve got some quiet. Here’s the bit.
If I were the type, I’d totally review this album with the words:
“Oh no you didgeri-didn’t!”
Full on Valley Girl.
(You proud of yourself?)
Yeah, I think so.
(You shouldn’t be.)
I think it’s a pretty good bit. You can’t often say anything about bagpipe/didgeridoo ensembles. There just aren’t that many of them around.
(This is why we’ll never have any friends.)
Ah, that makes me smile. Didgeri-didn’t. Heh.
(We’re never speaking of this.)