It's like a scene on Eurotrip.....when that on fellow talks about punching a yardbird in the face while giving a trunky in the trademan's entrance...? What the hell......
hmmm, kind of Joycean... like stream-of-conscoiusness... i remember a passage like that from Finnegans Wake, something like, how is that for low, layities and gentlenuns? why, dog of the crustigans, whole continents rang with his kirokkerun lowness...
