another cup of coffee for i go

i’m off, said someone and did really get up and went. someone had offered him another cup of tea but he said he wanted coffee as he was going. not a good reason for a coffee. someone wanted to bring a cup of coffee but the other didn’t want to wait. i’ll be rushing, someone said and was off. he just went without a cup of coffee or a goodbye. such was the rush that he didn’t finish his tea. he had ordered a beer, not tea. the waitress had got it wrong and brought a rhum instead to apologise, that was policy. all a bit confusing. sponge had not been there and couldn’t quite remember.

we could do with some music

we could do with some music. we really could, says sponge. people are entertained, have a life. go into property. they go out again. going into properties the lot.
we are doing that, said breadroll.
not enough, said sponge, gong into property is something of a process, you don’t just walk in. there’s a strong spiritual side to it. some people just rush in and out of a property.
we could sell that idea, said breadroll. we could do with some music for a start.

almighty be mine

all these cheeses in the world and all we’ve go is cheddar, said breadroll, that’s what we stuff between our cheeks. and pork arseholes, with a scrumptious exotic sauce.
i could draw an asshole in the sand, it’s very easy, said sponge, really. would you like to see it?
breadroll did not want to. i do it anyway, said sponge. he drew an asshole.
they sulked.

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