“I can’t get no decent adventurizing goin’ on in this ‘hood, yo!”
Sequestered with the Misters in the semi-quasi-urban interregnum [read: concrete jungle] of this bleached bardo babylon, the Smee can’t cavort very far before he encounters concrete, cars, children, dogs, etc.
“It’s beastly, yo. I mean, it ain’t civilized. Well, it IS civilized -- OVER-civilized. Such an overdeveloped sense of being civilized that it’s uncivilized … yo.”
“We feel your pain, Mr. Smee!”
“Barely enough greenery to brush my teeths on!”
“Mister, see? There’s only one letter difference between dental hygiene and mental hygiene.”
No comments:
Post a Comment