The potato head was out of sorts.
"Why is it, when I'm supposed to be composing music, or reading Nick's novels so I'm ready to edit his new book, that instead I find myself staying up too late and writing this sort of tripe?" he asked.
Neville stopped flossing the penguin for a moment and looked at his friend. "Because you're a nob end?"
Potato head thought about that for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, I think that must be it."
How rude!
ReplyDeleteI know - trust Neville to lower the tone. That's the last time I allow him to floss his penguin around here!
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