Good morning.
Late last night I received a phone call from from a withheld number. Here is a brief transcript as best as I can recall it.
HH: Hello Manny’s World Of Erotica how can I help?
Voice: Mr Harry?
HH: Dad?
Voice: No Dad. It is me.
HH: Who me?
Voice: No. no you it is me.
HH: Who’s on first?
Voice: No like Abbott & Costello.
HH: Luka?
Voice: Mr Harry I need you help.
HH: If this is about that tee shirt money…
Voice: What tee shirts?
HH: Sorry, different Luka. How is your chicken badge allergy?
Voice: Better, but I still a speech pattern like Chico Marx.
HH: No good?
Voice: No bad.
HH: So what’s occuring?
Voice: No like Daily Mail.
HH: Nobody like Daily Mail. I mean nobody likes the likes the Daily Mail.
Voice: Daily Mail full of chicken poo.
HH: Guano.
Voice: I am go on. You interrupt.
HH: They don’t have a source?
Voice: No source. Daily Mail chicken poo. I like Tottingham training.
HH: So it’s not old fashioned?
Voice: In Croatia we have sheep head in bag for ball. Turnip for cones.
HH: Beckham trained at Spurs didn’t he?
Voice: I am married.
HH: Eh?
Voice: Not my type anyway.
HH: I was saying Beckham trained there so it must be decent…
Voice: No indecent. I always wear truss to stop raunchy time mistakes.
HH: So you are happy at Tottingham.
Voice: What you hear?
HH: Listen I have to go.
Voice: I have to go too. Where are you? We go together.
HH: Goodbye and good luck.
*dial tone*
