murmuring to yourself again? you know, a few broken ribs could change your feelings for me.

when your neck breaks, can i pawn your kidneys?

and?

you’re going to get it.

what the hell is that noise?

you misheard me! i said "i wish you had a bigger,..."

uh-huh.

--for yourself.

it’s a pity i’m the one with the tactical nuclear device then, isn’t it?

sounds interesting.

what a wanker!

what on earth are you doing?

i can’t say that i have, no. am i right to assume these donkeys would be "pining for the fjords"?

do you ever get bored of speaking shit 24/7?

in a manner of speaking.

your brother-in-law is away an awful lot. his daughter is growing up now, lillee isn’t really a baby anymore. does she ask after him? oh, what’s his name? i can never remember.

yeah, you know who.

you freak! why can’t we have a simple conversation anymore without you going mental? my mother was right, i should have stuck with my tamagotchi.

chicken hotdogs.

chicken hotdogs,.. instead of pork.

you knew hotdogs weren’t made of dogs didn’t you?

tyler, are you ok?

how on earth...? i thought you were going out today to prove me wrong about getting high from licking frogs or more specifically, toads.

ah, the scientific method, i’ll have my moron, ’à la descartes.’

that is,.. a horrible idea.

oh tyler, i don’t know what to say.

my neck?

ah, i feel this is one of those occasions that can only end in tears ... yours.

yes, you males love to equate drinking with having a good time. actually, i have to relay some important news to you.

i’m pregnant. your going to be a daddy.

really? that makes my heart swell tyler because i’m not really pregnant, however, your mum called earlier and said your grandma was run over by a school bus.

they just don’t make toys like they used to.

we have to get drunk ... immediately.

woo *urg* hoo. go to the bank and check our balance.

sweet jesus no! tell me you didn’t spend all our money on beans.

are we on the ’happy’ suppositories today?

actually yes, that would be nice, thanks. i haven’t been feeling too good since some ’actress’ bit me yesterday after i told her she was a "no-talent slut." i’ll just get my things.

i would like to be able to remember all the good times, reflect upon how we loved and cherished one another.

if they want to get paid they will.

i’ve never heard that urban myth

oh, that story gave me nightmares.

mmm?

*sigh*

fascinating

voodoo, yeesh! like that would ever work.

yeha.

that’s nice.

heh.

pussy.

pussy.

and you never will.

oh lord, not more anime!!

i can’t believe you enjoy that girlish nonsense.

yeah! my god! if ’neighbours’ had killer robots you’d probably watch that too.

these new episodes of ’scooby doo’ are very, very predictable

do you think i could be a successful pole dancer?

i meant a table top dancer.

it’s going to be hard to dance around a pole that’s wrapped around your pointy little head.

what’s up?

what’s the problem? that sort of stuff will just buff right out. you’ve got the stuff in your garage.

did you hear that jamie wrote his wife’s name in the sky for their anniversary?

i said ’sky’,.. not ’snow’.

i still get dirty looks when i go to that indoor ski slope.

,..well, you’re a festering boil on the arse of humanity,..

that’s a good cat

oh, i hate mondays

*sigh*

my boss thought it would be a good idea to park his disgustingly large humvee on top of my astra. after i returned his testicles, he hired a new mercedes r-class for me to drive whilst he has my car repaired.

oh, i see, very clever dear.

my boss said he wanted to lick my anus.

oh, yes,..

he said it was all tongue in cheek.