I'm sitting here listening to the boys watch a Roy Rogers movie. This is what I'm hearing:
Prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup... Bang! Bang! prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup, '"Hang on there, you lily livered rascal!" Bang! Bang! Prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup, "Roy! He went thata way!" Prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup... Pow! Pow! Prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup prrup...
Did somebody get paid for writing that dialogue?
2 comments:
What kills me is the silence. No music. Just a horse, on the dirt, and cap pistols.
Hahahahahahha. Falling on the floor, rolling around, crushing cheerios.
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