Sarpur fyrir 6. október, 2004

gleraugun hans finns loksins komin. voða sætur lí…

gleraugun hans finns loksins komin. voða sætur lítill glámur. tek örugglega mynd af honum fljótlega og birti…

úff hvað mér er kalt, hér við tölvuna þarf að f…

úff hvað mér er kalt, hér við tölvuna

þarf að fara að drífa mig niður í guðstein og kaupa mér rúllukragaboli, þá get ég líka farið að nota fína ponsjóinn sem mamma heklaði á mig, mmm!

úpps, held ég hafi misst úr dag, hérna! maður bar…

úpps, held ég hafi misst úr dag, hérna! maður bara að slappast:

einn góður sem ég fékk sendan:

„Cajun Divorce“

The Boudreauxs are driving along a highway doing

a steady forty miles per hour. Marie is behind the wheel.

Boudreaux suddenly looks across at her and speaks

in his clear cajun voice.

„Darlin’,“ he says. „I know we ben’ married for twenty

years, but I want a divorce.“

Marie says nothing, keeps looking at the road ahead

but slowly increases her speed to 45 mph.

Boudreaux speaks again. „I doan want you to try to tok

me out of it,“ he says, „’cause ah ben havin’ anaffair wit

you best friend, Tu-tutt, an’ she’s a far betta’ lover den

you are.“

Again Marie stays quiet, but grips the steering wheel

more tightly and slowly increases the speed to 55.

He pushes his luck. „I want duh house“, he says

insistently.

Up to 60…

„I want duh car too,“ he continues.

65 mph…

„An’,“ he says. „I’ll have duh bank accounts, all duh

credit cards an’ duh boat.“

The car slowly starts veering towards a massive

concrete bridge. This make him a wee bit nervous,

so he asks her, „Isn’t dere anyting’ you want?“

Marie at last replies — in a quiet and controlled voice.

„No, I got everyting I need,“ she says.

„Really?“ he inquires with a smile, „so what you got?“

Just before they slam into the wall at 75 mph, Marie

turns to him and smiles. “ Duh airbag!“


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