QOTDs:
Beth: Only you... would actually use the word assonance.
Me: Only I... would take that a compliment.
"thats 5 to 9? monday thru thursday? and my normal shift? is 4 to 8? monday thru thursday? so i talked? to the guy? and he said? i could come in? in the afternoon instead? this is really? really annoying? i have this? really strong urge? to IM dbl? like this and ask? what his level of stable-ness is? this evening? and be like? 'cuz hell, my level of stableness? is like way down? to the level of incoherent? because i'm really tired?'"
For the record... let me say that A) Beth was beyond tired when she typed that because she's busy like whoa, and B) that our obsession with dbl has gone on for about, oh, three years now and it's absolutely pathetic.
Ahh, dbl... He plays for tips. In Buffalo. The city. ("I thought he lived in the city?" "He does. Buffalo. The city.") And of course, there's just... the way that he is... for example, last night's conversation:
Beth: Hi.
DBL: I'm not stable my girlfriend is amazing talk to me later.
And tonight's...
DBL: Blah I kissed a girl.
Beth: Why is that a blah?
DBL: I don't know. Pitter patter goes my heart.
Beth: So is it just a blah day?
DBL: No, I just felt like saying it. I want a chicken burger.
...wow. Just... wow.
Beth: Only you... would actually use the word assonance.
Me: Only I... would take that a compliment.
"thats 5 to 9? monday thru thursday? and my normal shift? is 4 to 8? monday thru thursday? so i talked? to the guy? and he said? i could come in? in the afternoon instead? this is really? really annoying? i have this? really strong urge? to IM dbl? like this and ask? what his level of stable-ness is? this evening? and be like? 'cuz hell, my level of stableness? is like way down? to the level of incoherent? because i'm really tired?'"
For the record... let me say that A) Beth was beyond tired when she typed that because she's busy like whoa, and B) that our obsession with dbl has gone on for about, oh, three years now and it's absolutely pathetic.
Ahh, dbl... He plays for tips. In Buffalo. The city. ("I thought he lived in the city?" "He does. Buffalo. The city.") And of course, there's just... the way that he is... for example, last night's conversation:
Beth: Hi.
DBL: I'm not stable my girlfriend is amazing talk to me later.
And tonight's...
DBL: Blah I kissed a girl.
Beth: Why is that a blah?
DBL: I don't know. Pitter patter goes my heart.
Beth: So is it just a blah day?
DBL: No, I just felt like saying it. I want a chicken burger.
...wow. Just... wow.
posted by EEK at 9:01:00 PM
40 Comments:
i like how we're going to be the only two people to ever understand any of this, that's the best part
Ain't it, though? All... four-ish people who ever look at this at all are going to looooaaathe me. If they don't already. ^.^
correct. I have absolutly no idea what is going on. Are you saying that I will loathe you if I figure out what it means?
No, I'm saying people will loathe me for posting something they'll never understand.
Oh. I'm not loathing you yet. Should I read it again?
Hehe. No, I suppose I'll just take it as good luck that you don't.
Will you loathe 'me' if I figure out what it means?
Well... you won't, and no.
[does the dance of YAY!]
Then sit yourself down because I think I have an inkling...
okay, than try to guess this number. HINT: (I clench my jaw 5 times)
Re: James... AN INKLING?!?
Re: Adam... *bursts out laughing* I'd forgotten about that! That was too, too fun.
An inkling, a feeling, a hunch...jeeze, you're supposed to be the Sesquipedalophile
Well, I know what it means, I was just shocked that you had one.
Oh I see, I can't have feelings now... *sniff* I see, just a peice of meat...
You're a strange, strange little man.
Strange? You don't know the truth...YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!
What is truth?
And yep. Definitely strange little man.
Already told you, you can't handle the truth.
And what's with all this small business? If it's that small clearly you won't be wanting any.
No, he's right. Truth not being a phisical object, it cannot truly be "handled"
Sure you can, how else are you supposed to twist it?
Small as in... I'm practically as tall as you. *eyeroll*
And Adam... touché.
That's why I own boots with six inch platforms...duh ;)
okay, but certain people can't handle it.
Six? More like three, how I hear it... you braggart, you.
Sorry, I am going to have to exit this woderful converstaion. Goodbye.
Then we both know you have quite an affinity for the short and bearded folk....
Meh, only if they're good friends of yours. [cackle]
I had no idea you were so discerning. Or did they just fail to get planning permission to build that bus route?
Hissssss.
Now go away or I shall taunt you a second time!
What, you think you can outwit me, stupid electric donkey bottom biter? I cannot be intimidated.
Fetchez la vache!
You don't frighten us, English pig dogs!
Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of a silly person!
I blow my nose at you, so-called "Arthur King," you and all your silly English K-nig-hts.
I should note that you were once a silly English k-nig-ht yourself. But you are an ex-English k-nig-ht. You are no more. You have ceased to be.
Im off the twig?
I've kicked the bucket?
I've shuffled off my mortal coil?
Run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisibile??
I AM AN EX-K-NIG-HT!
BUTTERFLY HEAD STORAGE FACILITY!!!
"Where do you keep butterfly heads?"
"In a butterfly head storage facility, of course!"
Duuuude. That is like, so, like, awesome dude.
Dude, did you know that when you swallow a knife, it like, hurts?
Dude, like, no way. That's so EXTREME!
Ha ha! You now have 40 comments!
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