Echo

 

 

Brian Eno

Alright, gather around everyone. I need help coming up with a birthday present for my mom.

 

 

I was thinking I could write an episode of Bono-Man with Elton John and John Denver.

 

 

 

 

Em...do you think your mom really cares about Bono-Man? Or does she only reads it because its the last remnant of hope that her daughter will pursue a career in art and experience the success she herself never had?

I hate you.

 

 

 

 

Okay well, there's this offer on the back of the Macaroni and Cheese box. It says if you send them a photgraph of yourself, they'll make you your own personalized package.

 

 

 

 

I was thinking I could get mom a box of Macaroni and Cheese with Liam Neeson on the front. She likes Liam Neeson.

Ooooo do you think we could do that with Bono?

 

 

I never thought I'd say this, but can you shut up about Bono!?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This is about my mom! No more Bono! If there's going to be any talk of Irishmen, they better be a certain notoriously tall and well-hung actor.

Wow. No one's ever referred to me as "notoriously tall" before, but...

Quiet you.

Anyway, you are just slightly more Irish than Egg Drop Soup.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I was just going to say...

Hey get out of here! Mom doesn't like goatees! She thinks you're effeminate!

Can I make a suggestion?

YOU GUYS ARE NOT HELPING!

Coming right up...so to speak...

Are we ordering out for Chinese? I'll have the Cream of Sum Yung Gai.

Moms are such suckers.

I'm sure, if you do something for your mom that is thought-out and from the heart, it doesn't have to be anything spectacular, she'll love it just the same.

BWAHAHAHAHA!