Joe L. of France 2 renown was marvelling at the ring on his plumber's cellphone: it sounded just like an old fashioned ding-a-ling! No Beethoven's Fifth, no l'amour-est-enfant-de-Bohème), just plain old dring! But then Pru squelched him with the news that the fad had come and gone: "Come on, Joe, the guy's like a *plumber*...Like, Please !" [I once worked as a plumber myself, in 1976]
"Come on, Joe, the guy's like a *plumber*...Like, Please !"
[I once worked as a plumber myself, in 1976]