Billy Ray Valentine: Merry New Year!
Clarence Beeks: That's "happy." In this country we say "Happy New Year."
Billy Ray Valentine: Oh, ho, ho, thank you for correcting my English which stinks!
(Trading Places)
Back to work. New Year, Same Ol’ Dickheads.
I had to get through the familiar seasonal refrain from the phalanx of fuckmooks for the first hour or two of the day. You know the one. It goes like this:
“Good Christmas?”
“Yeah, it was alright. You?”
“Yeah.”
“New Year?”
"Yeah."
Repeat ad nauseam.
Meanwhile, here’s my first nominee for Utter Bastard of 2005.
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