mum. Are you guys going to wear your engineering rings?
PP: We'll see how it looks with my outfit.
JP: I'm going to get mine all pimped out. Dipped in liquid diamond...
C: I'm not going to be a crazy gerbil lady, I need cats!
witch look--butch look
pumpkin pie bread cake
pat&roger
"the bow of stupid"
dowsing for good nuts
C: The karate gerbil was carrying around a medieval weapon.
JP: I insist to differ.
UP: So your house was broken into Mrs. Death? -- It's pronounced *deeth.*
P: You know the proceeds of this went to breast cancer research.
UP: I'm in favour of breasts...well, I'm certainly not anti-breasts.
BL: What? I didn't hear the rest of the conversation. I tuned in when I heard "breasts."
JP: I'm glad we don't have toplessness. Imagine running down the street and you get hit in the face with one of those...
more breast dicussion. Arresting people at a topless rally. "I'm sergeant; I get first pick!" make them all run to discourage such rallies.
topless women on the autobon with signs "please slow down" to discourage speeding. Worked a little too well.
homeless Elvis impersonator
moonwalking on the metro. the merits of skill. "Oh, *he*'ll do fine; let's give to that sad pathetic one there."
Hitler Santa salutes in the wind.
Congratulations on getting out of prison, Ben.
SL: At my 6-o-clock
AK: You're getting up at 6-o-clock tomorrow?
JP: If the room was a clock what would happen?
BL: Then we would rock around the clock!
BL: Why are you still wearing that on your boobie?
(And she starts writing..)
BL: There goes my political career.
coal powered George Foreman. In a coal mine.
SL: I love Mr. Noodles. Made of pure sexiness.
JP: He made him really robust. Not robust in like falling apart, but, I mean, when he does he's still alive.
SL: *Who's* not getting any? (snow)
JP: No, we're not laughing at *them* (poler bears), we're laughing at their misfortune.
Cy: Now you're being quoted.
BL: Oh damnit. Is she writing down "Oh damnit"?
SL: Ok, you rebuild *this* while I hit you in the face with *this.*
JP: You'd have really good goalie skills if the point was to let it in.
the dodge and the danger discussion
BL: I think eating that entire pan would give me diabetes.
JP: In a bad way.
Seinfield: "The sea was angry last night. Like an old man trying to send back soup."
SL: He was trying to impress the waitress.
BL: By eating ribs? (does sexual rib-eating) You can't write *that* down.
SL: "It was so good it flew right off the plate."
helmet on top of a gun in a backpack. Camoflage.
"No I'm not carrying around a gun I'm carrying around a dead guy!"
Cy: You broke the bow!
SL: Hey, that's the one that was on my nipple! You broke my nipple bow!
BL: Now it's a ribbon! I feel like Goldilocks! I am so pretty!
...
SL: Back where you belong, buddy.
BL: Maybe if you stuff it in your bra it'll stay.
...a baby...a stagnant alien...leaving it there until medical science progresses...put random things on to disguise it...groping... J: "Oh, nothing, I'm just holding myself."
BL: Very sensual...
First the ribbons, now the scarf.
BL: I'll see if I can bunch it into a giant boob...
BL:...You can have your booby scarf back.
JP: Like triple Ds. I'm sure somebody's tried for that.
PP: That's when you get into genetic engineering.
more speculation (mostly J)...What if you got a walker for your boobs? walk backwards...."no, no surgery. I was blessed. I just had to get these rollerskates..." wheelchair accessible/boob accessible...
PP: They're just air (rice crispies).
JP: That's what I keep telling myself but my hips tell me something different.
SL: Hips don't lie...Frodo, come!..I couldn't see my dog; your fat hips were in the way.
an explosion of flavour=overused phrase of the evening
KL &JP: natural weed outlet created by a whole new gallbladder. production of THC, evolusion, old people can't take weed...
JP: You keep asking so I have to say it again. It's embaressing when you have to repeat yourself again. I was tuning in and out but the second time I had to pay attention.
JP: My school didn't even know what cool was. I mean, they did not appreciate how cool I was...
KL: "baiser" is having sex or, as Ben was having it, jamming on the guitar.
JP: Oh, I see, if you can't have one you get the other.
JP: I'm like, oh there's *ad*verbs now, not just verbs!
JP: Oh yeah, I got poked too. But on facebook.
Abstinence--the religious alcohol. If you want to get crazy drunk. So you can't sleep with anyone. "Come on baby I'm too wasted to move!"
BL&SL's facial hair.
BL: If he had a psychic link would he know I was doing THIS? (throws ninja star, of sorts.)
JP: That's kind of like my psychic link with myself.
BL: It's like doggie mosh pit.
"I want it steam dried" dry cleaning silk toilet paper. "Can you reroll it for me?"
on beer guts
JP: Well, I've already been mistaken for a girl before, and if they asked "When are you due?"...embarassing.
JP: I'm shallow. Shallow like my inevitable grave.
BL: That was an uplifting fact.
JP: What? I was being shallow!
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