By hph and Mark
(ring ring)
..
(ring ring)
…
(ring.. Mark answers the phone)
Mark: “Yeah who duck is this?’
Hph: “It’s me hph..”
Mark: “What the duck do you want?”
Hph: “Mark, I need your help. You gotta help me!”
Mark: “Yeah! What the duck did you do this time you duckhead?”
Hph; “Mark, I’m in the shit!”
Mark: “You’re always in shit you shithead”
Hph: “No Mark, this time I’m in the REAL shit.”
Mark: “Real or not you’re always in shit.”
Hph: “Mark listen to me… I am in a tank full of real shit”
Mark: “Get the duck outta here.”
Hph: “That’s what I’m trying to do Mark help me”
******
Duck McDuck here. These are the kinda calls wheeze get at Duck Central, day in day out.
The Mark guy is a fictitious being somehow connected to Gordon, the creator of the Universe.
Me, I believe in jack shit so Gordon sounds fine.
******
Here’s some more of the conversation,
Mark: “Yes I can help you, for sure, just sign here.”
Hph: “Hey Mark, why have you put my last name as Sauce?”
Mark: “Well, Hph, I hadda put somefink, ewe no, HPH Sauce, hmm.”
Hph: “What about Loronzo or Emmintal?”
Mark: “Oh for Gordon’s sake, lets see what happens in the next bit of the story.”
******
Yes, I’m back, Duck McDuck. So did you learn anything from that exchange? Nah, me neither.
In my role as private investigator I get to see many things. This is some of the things I had to witness,
Yes shocking I know.
Back to the interrogation,
Hph: “Well, I’d like to be called Bill Smith.”
Mark: “WFT, er TFW, nah, FWT, hang on, I’ll get it in a minute, WTF?”
Hph: “Yes, that was my uncles second cousins aunt’s maiden name, middle name Gloria but I just want to be called John Citizen.”
Mark: “Um, yes. What happened to Bill Smith?”
Hph: “Who?”
*******
Hmm. And so it goes.


You’re my world, you are my night and day,
Sandy, here.
Shore.
When your arms reach out to me
That’s the end of my world, Yippee ! or something like that….
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I’m having what he’s having 🙂
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Is she Pebbles Beach’s cousin?
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Gawd!
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Yes Nurse Barbara, does have a Gordon sort of feel. 🙂
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What the duck are you on about
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Ducking dunno…
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A dash of poetic licence h for Sauce.
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Don’t ya just luv it 🙂
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Sure. Likely it’ll get in the Pigs’ Oxford Dictionary next year.
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This sounds like complete bullshit, as usual. FFS, no one noes who the fuck HPH is!
I had a similar experience at home. Blocked sewer, overflowin’ feculence in the downstairs crapper, visitors comin’ (no less than the international author, Gez Oosterman, and the amazin’ ‘H’, ‘oo were doin’a book tour of the Hunter). I fought I should do somefin, an’ relieve the pressure, so unscrewed the sewer inspection port. I didn’t have more than a fleeting second to step back, as inspissated shit sprayed across the yard, and down my boot.
It seems I’m either in the shit, or up to my neck in shit, or doin’ summit with a barbed wire canoe an’……
Nice work, by the way, Sis.
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Can’t stop laughing…..
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http://www.abc.net.au/news/2016-08-31/dogs-can-understand-what-we-say-and-how-we-say-it/7802016
Tried to tell ya….
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Yes, agreed, dogs seem to understand more than they should. Now, if we could translate that to male nurses….
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Maybe the Dogs’ Oxford Dictionary too.
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Hey Big. We had a geyser here once too. Apparently the ‘Board’s” sewer main jammed up in the laneway behind the pub and everything uphill from the pub piled up behind the blockage and started to find sneaky ways to relieve itself.
That was just before we decided to get the Mondrian Brothers to renovate the Men’s.
Co-incidence ? I hear to ask .
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Nah, the Mondrian fellers were just going through the motions.
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I think I’ll pass on that
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What, pass a stool, or the entire lounge suite?
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Good one, Cistern.
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I guess the fishing isn’t much good.
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Unless the angler is targetting blind mullet.
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Or brown trouts
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