![]() Look, I'm sorry to interrupt your snack, but we gotta go. Can't have one of your own, so you want to adopt. "Us"? You two are a bit of an odd couple. We don't need that meany-weeny mammoth, do we? No, we don't. In fact, without me, there wouldn't even be a "you". I'm trying to get rid of the last thing I saved. Manny, are you forgetting something? - No. She's gonna go praying mantis on me." If you find a mate, you should be loyal. She picked a hair off my shoulder and says, "If you have an extra mating dance, at least pick a female with the same color pelt." I thought "Whoa. Can we trust you with that, Diego? Let's go. You'd better, unless you want to serve as a replacement. Where's the baby? - I lost it over the falls. Manfred? Manfred? Could you scooch over a drop? Come on. who needs 'em, anyway? So what about you? You have family? OK, you're tired. They woke up early and tied my hands and feet and they gagged me with a field mouse, covered their tracks, went through water so I'd lose their scent, and. Any chance I could squeeze in there with you, Manny, ol' pal? Isn't there someone else you can annoy? Friends? Family? Poisonous reptiles? My family abandoned me. We'll see if brains triumph over brawn tonight. But with my little stick and my highly evolved brain, I shall create fire. That's your shelter? - You're a big guy. If I'm gonna enjoy my revenge, I want it to be fresh. An eye for an eye, don't you think? Let's show him what happens when he messes with sabers. #I guess i get the cake all to myself then skinEspecially since his daddy wiped out half our pack and wears our skin to keep warm. Isn't it nice he'll be joining us for breakfast? - It wouldn't be breakfast without him. How about Manny the Moody Mammoth? Or Manny the Melancholy. No, you just want a bodyguard so you don't become somebody's side dish. The heat, the crowds - who needs it? Isn't this great? You and me, two bachelors knockin' about in the wild. Any of this a-ringin' a bell? - I guess not. Wait, aren't you going south? The change of seasons, migration instincts. What do you say we head south together? Great. OK, if either of you make it across that sinkhole in front of ya, you get the sloth. Who says we're gonna eat him after we kill him? I don't like animals that kill for pleasure. OK? We'll break your neck so you don't feel a thing. If it's not them today, it's someone else tomorrow. Tasty, isn't it? "Bon appétit." Now? Now. No, no, seriously, let me take care of this. You probably didn't even know what I'm talkin' about. You know what I'm sayin', buddy? What a mess. Why? Doesn't anyone love me? Isn't there anyone who cares about Sid the Sloth? All right, I'll just go by myself. Huh? Zak? Marshall? Bertie? Uncle Fungus? Where is everybody? Come on, guys, we're gonna miss the migration. If my trunk was that small, I wouldn't draw attention to myself, pal. So, where's Eddie? He said he was on the verge of an evolutionary breakthrough. And he insures that the traffic is one way.#answer to Why not call it the Big Chill or the Nippy era? I'm just sayin', how do we know it's an ice age? Because of all the ice. Morty learned to be cautious the hard way. Morty, and his assistant Terry watch my back. Oh, and forgive me for stating the obvious, but stay away from the end user. And avoid like the plague, loud attention seeking wannabe gangsters who are in it for the glory, to be a face, to be a name. Know and respect your enemy! It is only very very stupid people who think the law is stupid. And that's not to say that we don't have that special kind of magic that turns two kilos into three. I mean it's like selling anything: washing machines, hand made rugs, blow jobs, as long as you don't take the piss people will always come back for more. Never deal with anyone who doesn't come recommended. It is vital that we work to a few golden rules: Always works in small teams. And, depending on which tariff you use will cost you 28 grand, or fifteen years in prison. Only he's got to pay off his student loans somehow. Double first at Cambridge in industrial chemistry. It was demonized by Daily Mail Readers getting drunk in naff wine bars. I mean ten years ago a bit of charlie was for pop stars or a celebrities birthday bash. I'm a businessman whose commodity happens to be cocaine. So while prohibition lasts, make hay while the sun shines. Recreational Drugs PLC: "Giving People What They Want." Good times today, stupor tomorrow. Not once they figure out how much money is in it. Always remember that one day all this drug monkey business will all be legal. There were villains locked away for twelve years for robbing a bank of ten grand, doing time with drippy hippies down six months for smuggling two million quid worth of puff. When I was born the world was a far simpler place. ![]()
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