Toady Bink Joes and Upton Greams had a quiet life in their downtown bungalow.
'Quiet life isn't it Upton?' said Toady to his good pal Upton.
'Why yes, yes it is Toady, indeed yes it is' replied Upton.
'Haven't seen the milkman for quite some time, what?' mused Toady.
'Hmm yes, you are right there Toady, very indeedly right and on the nose with that one. Although the rumour on the streets is that milkmen went out of business years ago with the proliferation of plastic bottles and supermarkets'.
'Oh. Well gosh yes, that does make sense...how wise are the ways of the street?...very I would say' said Toady somewaht musingly.
'Well Toady, how about we mosey on down to 'The splattered intestine' and have a few ales?' asked Upton.
'Smashing idea there Upton, brilliance in fact, I do feel like an escape from reality into the world of the alcoholic splendor of carelessness and inane banter'. replied Toady with unabandoned glee.
'Let's be off then' harked Upton.
And so they did.