“Come along, Bort.”
“Are you talking to me?”
“No… my son is also called Bort.”
I’ve driven down 90 in Pennsylvania four times now & every time I drive past Bort Road I think of this and laugh.
¿Bort? Pero quien se puede llamar Bort? elarriero:
“Más matrículas de Bort, repito, se acabaron las matrículas de Bort”
BORT almost as funny as MALK