- Oh no, no. No.
- God, no.
- You bastard!
- Piss off
- I don't believe you. (To a hill that was pretending it was just a long gentle slope down now.)
- What in ****ing **** is the point of you? (To three hills, all visible at once, which left a road at the same height at which it began)
- Oh, yes, you're flat now. (To a hill that stopped being a hill at the point where I turned off it)
- Just stop it.
Thursday, 31 July 2008
Posted by John Finnemore at 12:24 am