The Foxtel issue.
Today, Andre and I decided we desperately needed and wanted Foxtel. (I saw a pop up ad, it may have influenced me.)
Naturally, we turned to Clown to tell him of our awesome plans. He pointed out that he doesn’t have a job and has no money. I sighed and accepted the facts. Andre…did not. Clown applied his stunning logic to the conundrum.
ANDRE: “Look man, how much do you spend when we go out? That’s spare money you know.”
CLOWN: “That is not spare money, it’s party money and is therefore important money. Get your act together.”
ANDRE: “Alright man, look, we’ll cover your share for awhile. She’s got a job, it’s all good.”
ME: “Um, what the fuck, no. I’m standing right here. No.”
ANDRE: “Ignore her, she’s got no idea what she’s saying.”
CLOWN: “Let it go. Maybe when I’m not beneath the poverty line. Anyway, did you want a stick or a fifty? Gotta give the dealer a call soon.”
