You all know budding businessman Barry has set up shop hocking flip flops ( and the occasional hamster ) for a steal? Obviously selling beach footwear nets a higher profit than I could ever imagine since Barry recently made enough to finance a brief diving trip to some misbegotten tropical island. Managed to cover his entire expenses - according to him anyway - though I'm not sure if he managed the dive with only the bare minimum of a skimpy thong and an extra-long breathing straw in the deep.
Obviously he's a better sales negotiator than I imagined.
Suspiciously enough he came back unscathed - and relatively unmolested - from the Island of Sea Gypsies. Despite the fact that it sounds vaguely like the name of a B-Grade adventure movie, I am seriously not making this up. Perhaps I'm shockingly prejudiced but aren't sea gypsies just a hop and skip away from being desperate local buccaneers with a jaundiced eye to loot?
Somehow though Barry managed to charm his way around the gullible natives. At least he managed to avoid being shoved into a bubbling cauldron to boil. Even came back bearing gifts.
Nah, it's not the shirt off his back. I wish. And it wouldn't fit me anyway!
Unfortunately he went for the trip and all I got was a lousy T-shirt. Which was still better than what his presumed paramour, Bountiful Betty got.
Paul : You really earned enough from selling flip-flops to finance a trip?
Barry : Are you seriously doubting my superior salesmanship?
Paul : I have my doubts. Have you been offering your customers other more carnal side benefits?
Barry : Told you I don't deal in that. But hey here's something for ya.
Paul : It's a tee.
Barry : Yup. It has fishes on it.
Paul : I prefer them steamed. You got me a t-shirt? What about Bountiful Betty?
Barry : Get her something? What for?
Not that I live for extra tees but hey, it's a free gift. And as it turns out both Bettys - Bountiful and Bony - didn't get one. I know it means absolutely nothing ( and hell it's childish ) but hey, permit me to gloat just a little. :)