The celebration continues …
Bill:
Are you going to
the parade tomorrow?
Doug:
Are you fucking kidding me? You know I hate crowds.
Bill:
What? What about when you're at Fenway or even your trips to the Stadium?
Doug:
Dude, there's a huge fucking difference between 35,000 or 55,000 and 5 fucking million! That throbbing sea of pussel-guts straining and pushing and sneezing and shit. Fuck no. I will have none of it.
Bill:
Your loss, Doug. I'll be there rain or shine wearing
my "Pigs Fly" shirt. You bettah fucking believe it.
Doug:
Hey, it's not like I'm going to miss cheering for Schilling. I'm gonna drive up to
Portsmouth and see him and Bush on the fucking stump.
Bill:
No fucking way!
Doug:
Hey, "W" is for "way fucking way," dude.
Bill:
Funny, I thought W was for "Where's the fucking WMD?"
