Gents
Gents
There are three men sat on a bench, deserted in the park and they're nattering to each other. They're in there seventies, and Trev has fallen asleep. Fred and Jack are chittering and chatting like there's no tomorrow.
"So I said to him, "DON'T YOU RIDE THAT BIKE SO CLOSE TO MY CAR YOU YOUNG TEARAWAY! I'LL TAN YOUR BACKSIDE FOR YOU! I said," Fred says, tapping his feet against the dirt. He's a nice chap, Fred is. Bit of a wally though.
"You know their trouble? They've no respect for other people's property. Now, then," Jack says, looking at a young mother push her child on the swings.
Trev's sleeping. He snores, yes.
"I shall tell you their trouble, old-um; They've got no respect for other people's property at all." Jack is astounded by what Fred has just said.
"Fred, I just said that!"
"What?" Fred says, confused and kicking into the dirt. There is a young boy in the park, away from the men, who is kicking into the grass with his Nikes while watching his friend turn back into a five year old. Unfortunately, it's assumed they're a couple by the things they're shouting to each other.
"So I said to him, "DON'T YOU RIDE THAT BIKE SO CLOSE TO MY CAR YOU YOUNG TEARAWAY! I'LL TAN YOUR BACKSIDE FOR YOU! I said," Fred says, tapping his feet against the dirt. He's a nice chap, Fred is. Bit of a wally though.
"You know their trouble? They've no respect for other people's property. Now, then," Jack says, looking at a young mother push her child on the swings.
Trev's sleeping. He snores, yes.
"I shall tell you their trouble, old-um; They've got no respect for other people's property at all." Jack is astounded by what Fred has just said.
"Fred, I just said that!"
"What?" Fred says, confused and kicking into the dirt. There is a young boy in the park, away from the men, who is kicking into the grass with his Nikes while watching his friend turn back into a five year old. Unfortunately, it's assumed they're a couple by the things they're shouting to each other.