Ben and Phil go to the Beach. Ben. Ach, tis a grand day Phil, thy sun is shinin breet. Phil: Aye, tis grand Ben.. shall I steek up an umbrella.. Ben: Aye, jus donee open it.. Im still a bit sore laddie… Phil: Me beer is warm Ben, I wish we had a wee fridge… Ben: Ach aye… at least a fridge donee fart when I pull me meat oot.. Ben/Phil: ba ha ha ha ha.. Ben: yee drink too much beer Phil, yeer getting fat! Phil: Im no fat, I think I be pregnant.. Ben: Pregnant aye, whose the doddy.. Phil: How the heel would I know, I donee have eyes on thee back o’ me head. Ben/Phil: ba ha ha ha ha..
