Fisher vs. Mr. Passman

Greatest Phone Conversation that I have ever heard

            We are at Jared’s cabin in Friendship, New York.  Pat Fisher came up on the second day because he has a fear of pooping in places he is unfamiliar with.   A la the woods.  Patrick does not have any beer.  Patrick really would enjoy some beer.  There is no convenient store within 25 miles.  In the fridge, there are about 10 Budweisers.  They belong to Mr. Passman.  Patrick wants them.  He asks Jared if he could have them, Jared says no.  Pat asks Jared to call his dad and ask him.  Jared obliges, and calls his dad, and his dad says that Pat can have them.  Jared tells Pat to call his dad himself, just to make sure its ok.  Pat agrees, expecting Mr. Passman to say “sure thing Pat, have my beer.”  That brings us to the conversation, since I could only hear Pat’s voice, I will assume the words chosen by Mr. Passman.

Mr. Passman: “Hello”

Pat; “Hi, Mr. Passman, this is Pat Fisher.”

Mr Passman: “Hi Pat”

Pat: “Jared tells me that its okay if I have your beers that are in the fridge?

Mr. Passman: “No”

Pat: “Wait, what?  I thought you talked to Jared, and you said it was ok?”

Mr. Passman: “No”

Pat: “Oh, whoops, sorry, never mind then”

Mr Passman: “Don’t drink my beers”

Pat: “Ok, sorry, I won’t drink them”

Mr. Passman: “Bye Pat”

Pat: “By Mr. Passman”

            Pat went on to drink those beers that night, and proceed to bang pots and pans together and yell at the top of his lungs.  He also turned the vacuum on, and introduced the world to “Fish Dick.”