The previous posts have mainly featured Timmy Jither and his long suffering drinking buddy JC, this next post has 2 aims.
1. To prove that it is not just JC whom Timmy talks nonsense to; and
2. To prove that Timmy really does have the mental capacity of a fly which has recently smashed into a car windscreen, been scraped off, eaten by a spider, shat out before coming to rest in a dusty corner of a derelict crack house.
TJ was working in a soup factory at the time of this conversation
TJ - Do you want any soups TS? I can get as many as you want.
TS - That'd be great mate, just get me a few, half a dozen or so, I'm not bothered which flavours, you can surprise me
TJ - Do you like Tomato Soup?
TS - Yes, I like tomato, but I like all soups mate, so it doesn't matter which flavour?
TJ - What about Chicken Soup?
TS - Yes Tim, I like Chicken Soup, honestly mate, just get me any 6 soups
TJ - What about Minestrone, do you like that?
TS - Yes, I like any soup, I like ALL soups, there is not a soup which I do not enjoy
TJ - Oxtail?
TS - Yesssss
TJ - Leek and Potato?
TS - Yep (now in a state of annoyance and despair)
TJ - Tomato?
TS - We've f*cking had that one Timmy, how about Pea & Ham Soup, why not f*cking ask me if I like Pea and Ham Soup?
TJ - I can't get you Pea and Ham Soup, that's a summer summer soup!
TS - Timmy, it's November and it's freezing cold, I can't think of many soups more warming than Pea and Ham
TJ - No, that's a summer soup, do you like Scotch Broth?
TS - I'm going to the bar