BR: "Well, that ole hurikane Deen missed Cancun 'n Cozymel, but we thaut it wuz gunna tear it all up, so we cancelled our cruze. Ah called the cruze cumpany 'n they sed, 'Wahy don' yew jus' leave yer munney with us 'n then yew kin jus' applahy it to yer cruze when yew rebook?' Ah sed, 'No thanks, cuz we dunno when that's gunna be. Cood be six munths.' Course they wanna keep yer munney. If they sell 100,000 tickets at $1000 each, that's tin millyun dollers they get-tuh keep in escrow jus' earnin' interest. They love that."
They'd love it even more to have the $90 million you short-changed them with your mental calculator.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
I work for an organization in the Southern US. The guy in the cube next to me is so f@%#ing loud, I can barely hear myself think. He (let's call him "Billy Ray") and his colleague ("Cooter"?) chit-chat constantly about CRAP. This is my testament to what comes out of their mouths. I shit you not. With only EXTREMELY slight paraphrasing, what's said is said, And you can't make this shit up. Welcome to The "BR" Experience. FYI -- "A Lotta People Don't Know That" is a signature "BR" segue.
No comments:
Post a Comment