MW: You meeting up with a girl in the bathroom?
C: Who says it's a girl? Or even human?
H: A squirrel!
U: Who says there's just one?
U: And I was like 'I know this person who's beautiful both inside and out...
O: "I know someone who'll take off her clothes for you...."
AB: You'll do what now?
O: She's my pimp.
MW: Tip what, your prostitutes?
AB: Yes, I tip my prostitutes.
O: Do you actually tip prostitutes, though?
AB: It's like buying a new car. You can go to a club and find a nice used Buick on the dance floor...
C: I missed some of that. Does anyone remember it verbatim?
O: He said it's better to get a used car every week than a Buick.
AB: I did not! I said used cars were the prostitutes...
O: You are like...a plague upon you.
AB: I am like a plague upon you? Ok. I'm a plague upon you; you just can't get me off. That sounds wrong.
AB: That was dirty. That was really dirty.
C: What'd I miss?
AB: O** explaining that she can't focus on a man and cheese at the same time because her mouth is full.
O: I named my goldfish after I.F. Because he just sat there and did nothing.
AB: he's big, he's tall, he's French. He's like sex on a popsicle.
O: Not a popsicle stick?
C: Eww...splinters.
AB: Do you want me dead?
O: Not particularly. Maybe a little maimed.
AB: Maimed? Wow. Tough crowd.
O: In a nice way.
O *knocks over glass* They put these glasses here on purpose!
C: Yes. So you can drink from them.
O: They are barriers to my range of movement!
O: Like, Chanel says you should remove one piece of jewelery before you leave the room, so I should remove one sentence when I talk.
C: What if you're only wearing one piece of jewelery?
O: Yeah, I never got that. What if you're wearing a one-piece suit? Then you're pretty much screwed.
C: Or popular.
O: Or both.
C: Yeah....
AB: Care to elaborate on that, M*?
MW: I don't know. I don't know what's real anymore.
O: Seriously. If I were flexible, I would...
C: Lick your feet?
O: Maybe...
H: I've bitten my toes before. Just to say that I could.
O: I just like the expression on AB's face, though. He looks like a female anime character. Why?? That was a serious observation.
O: Feelings grow back. They're like hair.
O: Did I ever send you that song, like, 'all I want is your semen to get pregnant'?
CC: Nooooo...
O: See, that's a good quality to have in a boyfriend.
C: He gives you math homework?
O: And they're good math problems, too.
O: If ever I were to commit suicide, she would be my...
CC: What? Oh yeah, good point. CW...
O: I think it would be really funny if a misisonary were to come to your door and you pretended to be a missionary for another religion.
CC: My brother scared off Jehovah's Witnesses once because he opened the door without his shirt on and they got offended.
O: I was studying for my math test and I had a dream I was sailing on the Cartesian plane...I was a pirate. And this was actually a line from my dream: 'integrate past brave new worlds and derive new functions!'
U: We're almost like family. We just saw each other yesterday and we already miss each other.
O: And we'll see each other on Friday.
AB: We may as well date each other.
AB: ...and what am I?
CW: You can be our boy toy.
AB: You're all mistresses and I'm the boy toy. Ok. It sounds like less responsibility. I'll take it.
C: I figured it would suit you. Captain Kittens, the boy toy.
AB: I should change my Facebook name to that.
O: Please do.
O: It cleans your sinuses.
H: I don't know where that came form.
O: No, the hot peppers.
AB: Yeah, my sinuses are now in the napkin, thanks.
O: Farting in the Dead Sea is a bad idea.
AB: Ok.
O: You know what happens when you fart?...o, the air goes out and then it goes in a little again and it burns. It burns.
H: I'm glad I know that.
O: No, she was talking about UltraBalm. The massage...
C: Yes, I see the connection.
O: I want to go to a strip club. I'm told it's like Cirque du Soleil, but naked.
AB: They're not that good, I'm sorry.
O: So everyone wear green and white.
AB: Do I need to take off my shirt so it'll be clean on Friday?
O: Do I need to take off my shirt so it'll be clean?
AB: What, why are you taking your clothes off?
O: Why are you taking yours off?
C: Let's just all get naked!!
AB: The guy at the table behind us is distracted. 'Screw this girl I'm on a date with!'
AB: Did you just tell C* that her jeans would look really good on your floor?
O: Noooooo
C: What did you actually say?
O: I said that, but I was trying to make a pun.
AB: But O*'s like my sister. I could never date a Hooter's girl.
O: Apparently everyone's checking C** out. I think it was your 'let's get naked!' comment.
U: Why don't you put a little basil here? In your hair.
AB: Because it's been in AB's nose.
O: Woah.
AB: What does that have to do with kittens? Kitten - woah! Kitten woah! Cats and ostriches: perfect companions. Everytime I hear that I'm going to think of a kitten riding an ostrich. Why are you glaring at me? Don't you want to see a kitten ride an ostrich?
O: Yes. I do.
AB: A guy on sentry duty we caught sleeping with a coyote. We just left that one. Took a picture though. When he woke up he freaked out. 'There's coyotes out there!'
AB: I don't usually poison people when I want to kill someone. I'm usually more direct. You, me, outside.
H: Don't do the eyebrows; don't!
AB: I wasn't going to do the eyebrows. Geeeez. Anytime I get into a fight I just need to do the eyebrows and they'll back right off.
O: 'Dust, you filthy cretin?'
C: Yes, I write abusive to-do lists.
AB: I just said 'I love you' to MP. Great. Again.
MW: At least it isn't squirrels.
U: H**, this guacamole is delicious. Did you make it?
H: With a potato masher!!!!
U: You should be dancing on an island in a hula skirt.
AB: Why does every woman want to get me in a skirt?
AB: Are you sure?
H: Yeah, I'm ok.
AB: I wasn't talking about the licking.
AB: She had me up against the wall....that's not helping...our legs were flailing...
C: Your legs were flailing. Mine were stable.
AB: Ok...your legs braced against the other wall...
H: I don't like squirrels.
AB: That was very dark. 'I don't like squirrels.' What did they every do you you?
H: It's not what they did to me. It's what they did to C**.
AB: I've never had anyone do that to my ear before.
CC: Is that good or bad?
AB: I don't know.
C: What is she doing?
AB: I don't know...she's like rubbing her thumb around my ear.
C: Why?
CC: It tickles my thumb.
O: Ok, so I say 'I want to have sex with you' and you say...
C: As long as we're dreaming, I'd like a pony.
O: Oh my god. Please say that to a guy someday.
C: I have. I've also said 'What's in it for me?' Again rather mean...
O: Oh my god!!!! O** said that to me and I spent the next two hours explaining why...and it worked! I didn't realise it was a put-down!!!
C: You are amazing....
O: Oh look, I wrote 'Romance' on my stomach. It's a subliminal message, hidden by butterflies...it even works! ... I love how you don't even point out the flaws in my argument, you just take out the book. It speaks for itself.
O: What kind of plant would C be?
H: Venus flytrap.
O: Pitcher plant.
C: Yes!
O: Are there carniverous ferns?
H: Yeah, I was thinking of something leafy as well.
O: See, it's nice when they're nerdy - it just comes pouring out like vomit!
O: H*! Help!
H: She's vicious; I'm not going to help. She'll just hit me back...there. I glared.
O: Damn you and your efficiency!
O: I have to look like a Frenchman. How do French men look? Like mimes.
C: French men look like mimes?
O: Like Dali!
C: Dali wasn't French.
O: But if he dressed up like a mime he would look French..he has the moustache.
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
What do your boobs say, anyway?
O: You are the tickle monster. It's like my Sesame Street nightmares.
C: You had nightmares from Sesame Street?
O: Yes.
C: Why?
O: Big Bird!
C: What's scary about Bid Bird?
O: Wait, was Big Bird a boy or a girl? Wasn't he like a transvestite? It's a serious question!
C: "Is Big Bird a transvestite?" is a serious question.
O: There's like this fanfic about Barney, except it was really odd..
C: There was a fanfic about Barney??
O: Except it was like a psycho killer and he went around killing people....they impregnated a bunch of kids, like just beginning puberty...
A2: I think you would be a good dog owner. It's a shame to waste your talent on cats.
C: We had a dog once. It was nice, though - I didn't have to pick up poop. Maybe someday.
A1: You wipe your own ass. It's not any worse than that.
O: Pikachu's hot....no, no the woman who does Pikachu's voice is a highly attractive woman.
AB: I'm supposed to grab MW's hair. I think CC's supposed to grab mine.
CC; What?
AB: Did you look down? I'm tightening my belt.
CC: I am ticklish; you just can't do it here.
AB: Thank you C***. That was very forward.
AB: Pants off by the third date, or she's not that into you.
CC: What if they're like me and don't wear pants?
AB: Then you're doing good.
AB: Man, I want a niece or nephew to spoil rotten. I wish my brother would fool around more.
O: Why would you do that? It's so far away now. It's like the Bermuda Triangle.
O: A lot of people think I'm a slob. I'm like, whatever. You're not a textbook or a cup of coffee. What I'm really saying is 'I don't know how to talk to you if you're none of these things.'
AB: Why are you playing with my chest?
CC: Because I don't know where your nipple is. Where the hell are nipples on guys? Oh. There.
AB: Where the hell else would they be?
U: I'd like another slice of watermelon.
MW: You have to make out with me first.
CC: Oooh, can I join?
U: That's a tough call, 'cause I really love watermelon.
O: I'm not able to kill myself successfully in dreams because of C***!
O: I love my professor like I would love a puppy dog. An intelligent one that lectures to me in a puppy dog sort of way.
H: I see. Does he have floppy ears?
PW: How does she deliver without muscle contractions?
C: How do vampires get erections without bloodflow? There are so many questions...
MP: Where's your notebook?
C: O*** says it's nitrous oxide...
PW: There's an antidepressant that gives 20% of its users an orgasm.
MP: Really?
PW: And the other users get nothing.
J: So it's either an orgasm or it's nothing. Damn, sounds like a man.
U: I was so distracted in class. We were talking about circumference and he was like 'look at this Dasani bottle. Look at the curves. It is like the curves of a woman....'
H: Thank you for getting the Soup Song stuck in my head.
C: It was his fault....he said coriander.
E: She's a model. I saw the pictures and I was so turned on. If I were a lesbian woman I would so go after O****.
R: It's like the pilsbury doughboy, but Japanese.
C * poke*
O: Nyah!
AB: That wouldn't be the only party when I ended up wrestling people.
E: Yeah, you're always touching people....you're the touchy-feely
H: I think this conversation is going bad.
AB: I like goats?
SG: There's a goat tied up across the street for afterwards..
E: The whole goats thing is, I dunnno.
AB: Yeah, the horns...
AB: It makes you urinate your bones.
E: Well, that's a way of saying it.
AB: 'Mom, I've just passed a femur.'
AB: Last time I got in the book it was for being gay....you better be careful Uyen, the next time you bring an impressionable young man.
AB: Oh, O*** and the other guys , they're all like 'yeah, those are nice boobs. Oh yeah.' I've even had my nipples pinched. There's a picture of me in front of Sugar Mountain and he's like (sound effects).
SG: But the bigger the boobs, the bigger the sag.
O: What do your boobs say, anyway?
E: That was the first time I learnt that guys have hair down there too. And I said it out loud in class...
MW: Well, the statues don't.
E: Well, no one here is gay.
*AB raises hand*
AB: Don't worry.
MW: He'll take it slow.
AB: And then I'll speed it right up.
SG: That's creepy.
E: Don't do the eyebrows.
E: We are the only animals that do stuff like that. You don't see a lion eating some meat and then you see it squirt blood out of its eyeball.
R: That would be awesome.
C: Couldn't you look at pictures? Then they're less moronic.
AB: Then you don't have to hear them talk.
E: I like my people in action.
E: But all the Hooter's girls are like busty, blonde...
O: That's just in America.
E: So Canada has multicultural Hooter's?
E: Why would they do a Playboy version of Hamlet?
AB: It was better than a lot of the others.
H: Did you notice O***?
C: Yes.
H: I just love the dichotomy of your conversation and O*** singing 'I'm a little teapot' behind.
R: And this talk of vampire penises....
AB: It's like 'can you dance? are you anorexic?'
C: Wash a car for us.
AB: Wash the producer's car.
MP: Wash the car and eat a hot dog.
MP: Family Guy has done a lot to destroy my childhood memories.
(on McCain and Obama)
AB: So why didn't they sleep?
MP: The election campaign.
MW: Oooh, getting juicy.
MP: He has really long fingers and likes touching rust.
E: Who?
MP: Salad Fingers. He travels the world in search of the perfect spoon.
AB: What?
AB: Don't take me seriously.
C: No one ever does; don't worry.
AB: I can get away with what I want, though. I could tell every woman in a room they're the most beautiful.
E: And no one in the world would believe you.
AB: And what weight are you losing?
SG: You lose any more weight and you'll disappear.
E: No, I got some squashy jiggly bits.
AB: But you know what was funny? Before you guys started dating it was British, but then it went down South.
AB: I got half a buttcheek and two women's weight on me. I hope this is a short movie.
AB: I'm just covered in women's legs.
O: Were you molested?
AB: I'm a lesser man than I used to be.
O: Captain Kittens is almost normal.
C: No he isn't.
H: That's an awesome name.
O: The best part is that he likes it.
H: You are so red. Why don't you go balance a ball on your nose.
C: That wasn't a real suggestion.
C: You had nightmares from Sesame Street?
O: Yes.
C: Why?
O: Big Bird!
C: What's scary about Bid Bird?
O: Wait, was Big Bird a boy or a girl? Wasn't he like a transvestite? It's a serious question!
C: "Is Big Bird a transvestite?" is a serious question.
O: There's like this fanfic about Barney, except it was really odd..
C: There was a fanfic about Barney??
O: Except it was like a psycho killer and he went around killing people....they impregnated a bunch of kids, like just beginning puberty...
A2: I think you would be a good dog owner. It's a shame to waste your talent on cats.
C: We had a dog once. It was nice, though - I didn't have to pick up poop. Maybe someday.
A1: You wipe your own ass. It's not any worse than that.
O: Pikachu's hot....no, no the woman who does Pikachu's voice is a highly attractive woman.
AB: I'm supposed to grab MW's hair. I think CC's supposed to grab mine.
CC; What?
AB: Did you look down? I'm tightening my belt.
CC: I am ticklish; you just can't do it here.
AB: Thank you C***. That was very forward.
AB: Pants off by the third date, or she's not that into you.
CC: What if they're like me and don't wear pants?
AB: Then you're doing good.
AB: Man, I want a niece or nephew to spoil rotten. I wish my brother would fool around more.
O: Why would you do that? It's so far away now. It's like the Bermuda Triangle.
O: A lot of people think I'm a slob. I'm like, whatever. You're not a textbook or a cup of coffee. What I'm really saying is 'I don't know how to talk to you if you're none of these things.'
AB: Why are you playing with my chest?
CC: Because I don't know where your nipple is. Where the hell are nipples on guys? Oh. There.
AB: Where the hell else would they be?
U: I'd like another slice of watermelon.
MW: You have to make out with me first.
CC: Oooh, can I join?
U: That's a tough call, 'cause I really love watermelon.
O: I'm not able to kill myself successfully in dreams because of C***!
O: I love my professor like I would love a puppy dog. An intelligent one that lectures to me in a puppy dog sort of way.
H: I see. Does he have floppy ears?
PW: How does she deliver without muscle contractions?
C: How do vampires get erections without bloodflow? There are so many questions...
MP: Where's your notebook?
C: O*** says it's nitrous oxide...
PW: There's an antidepressant that gives 20% of its users an orgasm.
MP: Really?
PW: And the other users get nothing.
J: So it's either an orgasm or it's nothing. Damn, sounds like a man.
U: I was so distracted in class. We were talking about circumference and he was like 'look at this Dasani bottle. Look at the curves. It is like the curves of a woman....'
H: Thank you for getting the Soup Song stuck in my head.
C: It was his fault....he said coriander.
E: She's a model. I saw the pictures and I was so turned on. If I were a lesbian woman I would so go after O****.
R: It's like the pilsbury doughboy, but Japanese.
C * poke*
O: Nyah!
AB: That wouldn't be the only party when I ended up wrestling people.
E: Yeah, you're always touching people....you're the touchy-feely
H: I think this conversation is going bad.
AB: I like goats?
SG: There's a goat tied up across the street for afterwards..
E: The whole goats thing is, I dunnno.
AB: Yeah, the horns...
AB: It makes you urinate your bones.
E: Well, that's a way of saying it.
AB: 'Mom, I've just passed a femur.'
AB: Last time I got in the book it was for being gay....you better be careful Uyen, the next time you bring an impressionable young man.
AB: Oh, O*** and the other guys , they're all like 'yeah, those are nice boobs. Oh yeah.' I've even had my nipples pinched. There's a picture of me in front of Sugar Mountain and he's like (sound effects).
SG: But the bigger the boobs, the bigger the sag.
O: What do your boobs say, anyway?
E: That was the first time I learnt that guys have hair down there too. And I said it out loud in class...
MW: Well, the statues don't.
E: Well, no one here is gay.
*AB raises hand*
AB: Don't worry.
MW: He'll take it slow.
AB: And then I'll speed it right up.
SG: That's creepy.
E: Don't do the eyebrows.
E: We are the only animals that do stuff like that. You don't see a lion eating some meat and then you see it squirt blood out of its eyeball.
R: That would be awesome.
C: Couldn't you look at pictures? Then they're less moronic.
AB: Then you don't have to hear them talk.
E: I like my people in action.
E: But all the Hooter's girls are like busty, blonde...
O: That's just in America.
E: So Canada has multicultural Hooter's?
E: Why would they do a Playboy version of Hamlet?
AB: It was better than a lot of the others.
H: Did you notice O***?
C: Yes.
H: I just love the dichotomy of your conversation and O*** singing 'I'm a little teapot' behind.
R: And this talk of vampire penises....
AB: It's like 'can you dance? are you anorexic?'
C: Wash a car for us.
AB: Wash the producer's car.
MP: Wash the car and eat a hot dog.
MP: Family Guy has done a lot to destroy my childhood memories.
(on McCain and Obama)
AB: So why didn't they sleep?
MP: The election campaign.
MW: Oooh, getting juicy.
MP: He has really long fingers and likes touching rust.
E: Who?
MP: Salad Fingers. He travels the world in search of the perfect spoon.
AB: What?
AB: Don't take me seriously.
C: No one ever does; don't worry.
AB: I can get away with what I want, though. I could tell every woman in a room they're the most beautiful.
E: And no one in the world would believe you.
AB: And what weight are you losing?
SG: You lose any more weight and you'll disappear.
E: No, I got some squashy jiggly bits.
AB: But you know what was funny? Before you guys started dating it was British, but then it went down South.
AB: I got half a buttcheek and two women's weight on me. I hope this is a short movie.
AB: I'm just covered in women's legs.
O: Were you molested?
AB: I'm a lesser man than I used to be.
O: Captain Kittens is almost normal.
C: No he isn't.
H: That's an awesome name.
O: The best part is that he likes it.
H: You are so red. Why don't you go balance a ball on your nose.
C: That wasn't a real suggestion.
I could have slit my wrists. Instead I laughed.
P1: I have a picture of a British soldier being shot in the face and a picture of an Acadian teenager being shot in the face. I also have a picture of the giant lobster.
A1: What's with all the skirts, W***?
C: It's so hot out.
A1: But we've discussed how your medication makes you act like you're pregnant, right?
A1: I'm just one of those people whose husband keeps a sharp eye on her cash. So I need to fund my addictions in subversive ways.
A1: We're discussing the woman who asked if I was pregnant.
D1: You never ask a woman that. Unless she's like... *gestures*
A1: With some women, it's either a baby or a tumour. Sorry W***.
D1: No offense, C****.
A1: ...so it's like sucking your own soul.
S7: I don't have a soul left to suck. I ate it.
A1: "What's for lunch? My soul."
Q: But that's like hurting people's eyes.
A1: I hate her eyes, don't you?
Q: I don't look at them....
M1: There's different parts to the diagram, so having a bunch of sections to fill it out is fine.
A1: It's like curlers. For your hair. I need more caffeine.
M1: Are you sure it's more? Not less?
A1: More. Always more.
A7: I wonder how much it would have cost to stuff my hamster.
A1: Did you want a hamster here?
S7: I'd like one, but, thing is, when they die, they're really hard to get rid of....I didn't tell you I shipped my hamster back home? I thought I told everyone about that. It was going to cost me $60 to cremate him so I shipped him back to Kansas.
A1: Sometimes I imagine there's a special fairy. And she comes and puts her hand over my mouth...I tell my husband about it and he says maybe the Tact Fairy is in the bar getting liquored up.
A1: I hear the CIA likes triangles or squares. Circles don't work - they party too much.
C: ...but that means I'm obsessed with sex and partying. That doesn't work.
A1: You just haven't hit your stride yet. We'll talk when you're thirty and you'll be a total nympho.
S1: Is that a rape whistle around your neck?
A1: It's a USB key...boring.
C: It's library school.
A1: Librarians get raped too.
A1: I get to write about my leadership abilities. Because I'm such a leader. I'm a leader of distraction. 'C***, let's not work; lets go get lattes.'
C: I'd follow you anywhere.
A1: Anywhere there's caffeine.
S71: "My friends are like lemmings. They'd follow me off a cliff."
A1: And they love it when you call them that.
S7: I'd like it if you called me a lemming.
A1: S***, you're a lemming.
S7: You're going to tell me to jump off a cliff?
A1: You dirty little lemming....we're not going to eat our babies today; we're going to jump off a cliff!
S7: Come on, I've shared my Kansas expressions you must have some good ones from West Virginia.
A1: Sure: 'Daddy don't touch me like that.'
S7: I think my Kansas ones are better.
A1: I'm a great slug...
S1: It's like we've all just breathed in gasoline or something. I don't think we'll be able to get through class without saying something inappropriate.
A1: See, what you do is lean over and then go 'I'm a giant slug. rawr.'
S1: So you turn into a dinosaur at the end?
A1: Yeah...
C: But they die sooner.
A1: And then you have a giant party. My mother and I have it all planned out. We're going to garden. And compost.
S1: And you're going to go 'I'm a giant slug!'
(on peeing on cars)
S1: Unless the car alarm went off and they came out and found you with your pants around your ankles.
A1: I was pretty cute then; it's not a problem.
S1: Aw, you're still really cute. But I don't want to see it.
A1: Some guys are into that.
S1: I don't mind her writing stuff down unless it's like, fecal fetishes...actually, no, I don't mind.
S1: Cause if you want a tight ass and legs, you can do this.
C: Or not?
S1: That's because you already have a tight ass.
C: I didn't know you noticed...
S1: Ok, there's probably one online, but, like a real one....like the Pirates of the Caribbean one....yeah, like the highest-budget porn movie of all time. Look it up - you can see the trailers on youtube, W***'s seen it and I asked about the plot in class last week. Apparently there's lots of plundering and 'Arrr.'
S7: Do you think they changed their names too? Like, Johnny Depp was 'Johnny Deeper'?
S1: That's so good. I might wet my pants. I was going to say something worse but I'm going to stop talking now. Replace wet with jizz.
P1: This is the kind of thing you were talking about? I'm so sorry I missed that.
M1: Say it like you mean it.
P1: I don't think I can.
P1: This is the happiest I've seen C*** without having someone say the word 'kitten.'
C: I'm on drugs.
P1: I can tell.
S1: She's got a rape whistle.
C: It's a USB key.
P1: Same thing. It tells any guy she's a geek. Same effect. It's like, who needs a rape whistle when you've got a Chewbacca t-shirt?
S1: Actually, no, never mind. She has a whistle for a reason.
S1: How will we have dirty humour without you?
P1: You guys had dirty humour before class without me. That's not all I'm good for, you know.
A1: That's all we like you for.
P1: Thanks.
S1: You made us laugh in library school - that's essential.
P1: So what you're saying is: I saved your lives?
S1: I could have slit my wrists. Instead I laughed.
A1: Ever since I started acting like an idiot instead of saying anything stupid, you haven't been writing things down. It's kind of cool. Because how can you write "A*** acted like a giant slug and fell onto a chair and bumped her ass'?
J1: What are we going to do without our ugly blue sofas?
A1: Sleep on breatheable fabrics. Be careful with our bodily fluids....these are kind of ideal for undergrads, though, because they have sex on anything.
A1: C**, I love you, and you're smart, but if you call me dumb, my therapist is going to say I have to stop seeing you.
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A1: For like a school project, how would you catalogue "mrow chikka mrow mrow?" Is it like...like, what kind of metadata would that have? Like, human sounds of cats making sounds of humans...
A2: He's messed up. That's why he married me.
D1: So why did you marry him?
A2: I don't know yet.
P1: The secret Acadian stash of gold.
S2: I just can't get past these weird rectangles that zoom on faces. I just don't know about them.
P1: It's not a technology thing. It's a New Brunswick thing. It's a mental problem.
C: Hey, I shoot myself in the foot too.
A1: C***, no one has your inappropriate rape jokes on the internet.. Just stop that thought right there.
O1: I'll bring porno kitty out of the bag. I'll perch on the chair beside her. Mrow. Mroooooow. Mrow.
O: My dancing is one of the most uncomfortable things I could do in public.
C: I imagine urinating would be up there.
O. No. I'm ok with that....dancing is like one, talking to people two. Urinating is like ten or eleven.
A1: You don't want to dance?
O: I'd rather urinate in the corner.
A1: It's like all of my choreography is of the Natural Geographic sort.
O: All natural.
A1: Do you want to see my monkey dance?
K4: Didn't you learn that sex is evil?
P1: We had catechism and never learnt that. We just coloured pictures of Jesus.
A2: Does anyone know where it's at? Mathew 2:21; that's where it's at. Poink.
P1: Who are you?
K4: I'm sorry. We're trying to talk about very important things here.
D1: What very important topics?
K4: Penis shadow puppets....and the best line from the review: "Your penis won't be a useless lump of flesh anymore. You can make shadow puppets with it."
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P1: Am I in your database?
C: No.
P1: I'm in J & V's Quebec Gay Archives databases.
P1: He looks like a guy in high school who would beat up other people.
K4: Is it wrong to find that hot?
P1: In New Brunswick, I don't need friends. I have, like, four.
P1: Then you have the caveman, Dmitri.
Q: Oh, I like Dmitri.
P1: Yes, but he has a sloping forehead. And then there's the football douche guys.
P1: Statistically speaking, there must be.
Q: K**? Are you a carpet muncher?
K4: What?
P1: Est-ce que tu mange le tapis?
K4: So long as I'm not a gay person having an abortion wearing a condom, it's ok.
Q: Gay people don't generally have abortions.
C: April's the last snowstorm.
S7: That's just fucked up.
M1: It's not high volume, though. Winds...
Q: It's like Narnia. Always winter and never Christmas.
C: There's bug sex everywhere.
Q: In April.
C: They had sex in my nostrils. When I was walking over here. I feel so used.
S8: At least someone's getting some action around here.
S7: It's true.
W: It is.
S8: This is the last time I'm going to spend in my entire life drinking and talking with people about Shakespeare. I just want to absorb this.
Q: We were talking about Birmingham booty calls earlier...
S8: If I saw someone who looked like him on the street, I would be like "Ok, I have fifteen seconds to bear your children."
Q: ....lubrication.
S8: I wasn't going to say it, but yeah.
C: There are clean forms of lubrication.
S8: And there's dirty slimy sexy forms of lubrication.
C: Hygiene.
J1: Sorry. C*** and I have our own private conversations sometimes.
P1: C*** has her own private conversations sometimes.
J1: Am I funny enough to make it in yet?
A2: I mean once you get divorced you married P****.
P1: I don't know what that means.
K4: It means your pool of candidates has narrowed....
P1: You've been dating two years now. Have you even held hands yet?
K4: No.
W: I kissed her last week, though.
P1: I haven't heard this story....this is what happens in a program with too few guys.
C: I can just imagine going to a helium bar for a date.
S8: That would be an awesome first date.
P1: That guy better not try any moves, because it's going to sound a lot stupider. Like Alvin and the Chipmunks,
S8: How are you? The better now you got here.'
C: I still want a hula hoop....
A1: Oh, you can say something bad about anyone.
P1: I can't say anything bad about you (J3). C***, yes. She's like really nice 90% of the time and really, really horrible the rest.
J3: You could start making up horrible things about people.
P1: In that case, you have sex with dead animals.
J3: No.
P1: I think so.
C: Squirrels.
J3: I don't even want to think about how that would work.
C: They tickle.
J3: How do you know?
C: I have antipsychotic pills that made me lose weight. If you want.
A1: But will they stop the psychosis? Because I hear voices telling me I'm pregnant.
A1: So here's how you fake enthusiasm: Act like you're on crack...
C: I've never been on crack.
A1: Me neither. You act like you're on crack and repeat keywords. Like 'yeah, archives, yeah...'
M1: He brings it to school? (Audrey)
K4: Didn't he put it under his sweater and try to birth it at some point?
A2: I don't know.
K4: You weren't there.
A2: I wouldn't put it past him.
K4: At least you didn't have to hold his hand and help him push.
A2: I'd have to slap him.
P1: Who stinks? K?
K4: You know, I think that the bear is a way for you to project your feelings.
P1: She told me she was trying to spell 'Y' to say 'you're a bitch.' Ow! My nipples! They're sensitive....I'm lactating...
A1: What's with all the skirts, W***?
C: It's so hot out.
A1: But we've discussed how your medication makes you act like you're pregnant, right?
A1: I'm just one of those people whose husband keeps a sharp eye on her cash. So I need to fund my addictions in subversive ways.
A1: We're discussing the woman who asked if I was pregnant.
D1: You never ask a woman that. Unless she's like... *gestures*
A1: With some women, it's either a baby or a tumour. Sorry W***.
D1: No offense, C****.
A1: ...so it's like sucking your own soul.
S7: I don't have a soul left to suck. I ate it.
A1: "What's for lunch? My soul."
Q: But that's like hurting people's eyes.
A1: I hate her eyes, don't you?
Q: I don't look at them....
M1: There's different parts to the diagram, so having a bunch of sections to fill it out is fine.
A1: It's like curlers. For your hair. I need more caffeine.
M1: Are you sure it's more? Not less?
A1: More. Always more.
A7: I wonder how much it would have cost to stuff my hamster.
A1: Did you want a hamster here?
S7: I'd like one, but, thing is, when they die, they're really hard to get rid of....I didn't tell you I shipped my hamster back home? I thought I told everyone about that. It was going to cost me $60 to cremate him so I shipped him back to Kansas.
A1: Sometimes I imagine there's a special fairy. And she comes and puts her hand over my mouth...I tell my husband about it and he says maybe the Tact Fairy is in the bar getting liquored up.
A1: I hear the CIA likes triangles or squares. Circles don't work - they party too much.
C: ...but that means I'm obsessed with sex and partying. That doesn't work.
A1: You just haven't hit your stride yet. We'll talk when you're thirty and you'll be a total nympho.
S1: Is that a rape whistle around your neck?
A1: It's a USB key...boring.
C: It's library school.
A1: Librarians get raped too.
A1: I get to write about my leadership abilities. Because I'm such a leader. I'm a leader of distraction. 'C***, let's not work; lets go get lattes.'
C: I'd follow you anywhere.
A1: Anywhere there's caffeine.
S71: "My friends are like lemmings. They'd follow me off a cliff."
A1: And they love it when you call them that.
S7: I'd like it if you called me a lemming.
A1: S***, you're a lemming.
S7: You're going to tell me to jump off a cliff?
A1: You dirty little lemming....we're not going to eat our babies today; we're going to jump off a cliff!
S7: Come on, I've shared my Kansas expressions you must have some good ones from West Virginia.
A1: Sure: 'Daddy don't touch me like that.'
S7: I think my Kansas ones are better.
A1: I'm a great slug...
S1: It's like we've all just breathed in gasoline or something. I don't think we'll be able to get through class without saying something inappropriate.
A1: See, what you do is lean over and then go 'I'm a giant slug. rawr.'
S1: So you turn into a dinosaur at the end?
A1: Yeah...
C: But they die sooner.
A1: And then you have a giant party. My mother and I have it all planned out. We're going to garden. And compost.
S1: And you're going to go 'I'm a giant slug!'
(on peeing on cars)
S1: Unless the car alarm went off and they came out and found you with your pants around your ankles.
A1: I was pretty cute then; it's not a problem.
S1: Aw, you're still really cute. But I don't want to see it.
A1: Some guys are into that.
S1: I don't mind her writing stuff down unless it's like, fecal fetishes...actually, no, I don't mind.
S1: Cause if you want a tight ass and legs, you can do this.
C: Or not?
S1: That's because you already have a tight ass.
C: I didn't know you noticed...
S1: Ok, there's probably one online, but, like a real one....like the Pirates of the Caribbean one....yeah, like the highest-budget porn movie of all time. Look it up - you can see the trailers on youtube, W***'s seen it and I asked about the plot in class last week. Apparently there's lots of plundering and 'Arrr.'
S7: Do you think they changed their names too? Like, Johnny Depp was 'Johnny Deeper'?
S1: That's so good. I might wet my pants. I was going to say something worse but I'm going to stop talking now. Replace wet with jizz.
P1: This is the kind of thing you were talking about? I'm so sorry I missed that.
M1: Say it like you mean it.
P1: I don't think I can.
P1: This is the happiest I've seen C*** without having someone say the word 'kitten.'
C: I'm on drugs.
P1: I can tell.
S1: She's got a rape whistle.
C: It's a USB key.
P1: Same thing. It tells any guy she's a geek. Same effect. It's like, who needs a rape whistle when you've got a Chewbacca t-shirt?
S1: Actually, no, never mind. She has a whistle for a reason.
S1: How will we have dirty humour without you?
P1: You guys had dirty humour before class without me. That's not all I'm good for, you know.
A1: That's all we like you for.
P1: Thanks.
S1: You made us laugh in library school - that's essential.
P1: So what you're saying is: I saved your lives?
S1: I could have slit my wrists. Instead I laughed.
A1: Ever since I started acting like an idiot instead of saying anything stupid, you haven't been writing things down. It's kind of cool. Because how can you write "A*** acted like a giant slug and fell onto a chair and bumped her ass'?
J1: What are we going to do without our ugly blue sofas?
A1: Sleep on breatheable fabrics. Be careful with our bodily fluids....these are kind of ideal for undergrads, though, because they have sex on anything.
A1: C**, I love you, and you're smart, but if you call me dumb, my therapist is going to say I have to stop seeing you.
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A1: For like a school project, how would you catalogue "mrow chikka mrow mrow?" Is it like...like, what kind of metadata would that have? Like, human sounds of cats making sounds of humans...
A2: He's messed up. That's why he married me.
D1: So why did you marry him?
A2: I don't know yet.
P1: The secret Acadian stash of gold.
S2: I just can't get past these weird rectangles that zoom on faces. I just don't know about them.
P1: It's not a technology thing. It's a New Brunswick thing. It's a mental problem.
C: Hey, I shoot myself in the foot too.
A1: C***, no one has your inappropriate rape jokes on the internet.. Just stop that thought right there.
O1: I'll bring porno kitty out of the bag. I'll perch on the chair beside her. Mrow. Mroooooow. Mrow.
O: My dancing is one of the most uncomfortable things I could do in public.
C: I imagine urinating would be up there.
O. No. I'm ok with that....dancing is like one, talking to people two. Urinating is like ten or eleven.
A1: You don't want to dance?
O: I'd rather urinate in the corner.
A1: It's like all of my choreography is of the Natural Geographic sort.
O: All natural.
A1: Do you want to see my monkey dance?
K4: Didn't you learn that sex is evil?
P1: We had catechism and never learnt that. We just coloured pictures of Jesus.
A2: Does anyone know where it's at? Mathew 2:21; that's where it's at. Poink.
P1: Who are you?
K4: I'm sorry. We're trying to talk about very important things here.
D1: What very important topics?
K4: Penis shadow puppets....and the best line from the review: "Your penis won't be a useless lump of flesh anymore. You can make shadow puppets with it."
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P1: Am I in your database?
C: No.
P1: I'm in J & V's Quebec Gay Archives databases.
P1: He looks like a guy in high school who would beat up other people.
K4: Is it wrong to find that hot?
P1: In New Brunswick, I don't need friends. I have, like, four.
P1: Then you have the caveman, Dmitri.
Q: Oh, I like Dmitri.
P1: Yes, but he has a sloping forehead. And then there's the football douche guys.
P1: Statistically speaking, there must be.
Q: K**? Are you a carpet muncher?
K4: What?
P1: Est-ce que tu mange le tapis?
K4: So long as I'm not a gay person having an abortion wearing a condom, it's ok.
Q: Gay people don't generally have abortions.
C: April's the last snowstorm.
S7: That's just fucked up.
M1: It's not high volume, though. Winds...
Q: It's like Narnia. Always winter and never Christmas.
C: There's bug sex everywhere.
Q: In April.
C: They had sex in my nostrils. When I was walking over here. I feel so used.
S8: At least someone's getting some action around here.
S7: It's true.
W: It is.
S8: This is the last time I'm going to spend in my entire life drinking and talking with people about Shakespeare. I just want to absorb this.
Q: We were talking about Birmingham booty calls earlier...
S8: If I saw someone who looked like him on the street, I would be like "Ok, I have fifteen seconds to bear your children."
Q: ....lubrication.
S8: I wasn't going to say it, but yeah.
C: There are clean forms of lubrication.
S8: And there's dirty slimy sexy forms of lubrication.
C: Hygiene.
J1: Sorry. C*** and I have our own private conversations sometimes.
P1: C*** has her own private conversations sometimes.
J1: Am I funny enough to make it in yet?
A2: I mean once you get divorced you married P****.
P1: I don't know what that means.
K4: It means your pool of candidates has narrowed....
P1: You've been dating two years now. Have you even held hands yet?
K4: No.
W: I kissed her last week, though.
P1: I haven't heard this story....this is what happens in a program with too few guys.
C: I can just imagine going to a helium bar for a date.
S8: That would be an awesome first date.
P1: That guy better not try any moves, because it's going to sound a lot stupider. Like Alvin and the Chipmunks,
S8: How are you? The better now you got here.'
C: I still want a hula hoop....
A1: Oh, you can say something bad about anyone.
P1: I can't say anything bad about you (J3). C***, yes. She's like really nice 90% of the time and really, really horrible the rest.
J3: You could start making up horrible things about people.
P1: In that case, you have sex with dead animals.
J3: No.
P1: I think so.
C: Squirrels.
J3: I don't even want to think about how that would work.
C: They tickle.
J3: How do you know?
C: I have antipsychotic pills that made me lose weight. If you want.
A1: But will they stop the psychosis? Because I hear voices telling me I'm pregnant.
A1: So here's how you fake enthusiasm: Act like you're on crack...
C: I've never been on crack.
A1: Me neither. You act like you're on crack and repeat keywords. Like 'yeah, archives, yeah...'
M1: He brings it to school? (Audrey)
K4: Didn't he put it under his sweater and try to birth it at some point?
A2: I don't know.
K4: You weren't there.
A2: I wouldn't put it past him.
K4: At least you didn't have to hold his hand and help him push.
A2: I'd have to slap him.
P1: Who stinks? K?
K4: You know, I think that the bear is a way for you to project your feelings.
P1: She told me she was trying to spell 'Y' to say 'you're a bitch.' Ow! My nipples! They're sensitive....I'm lactating...
Saturday, March 28, 2009
March 28, 2009: Running through the mountains with a dialysis machine
O: Would you rather be a man or a woman, given the choice?
C: Woman. Out of apathy. I’m used to it. Also, it’s safer to have your genitalia on the inside.
O: My mommy likes to tell me that if she were me she’d go around naked all the time.
C: I thought that was your grandmother.
O: Both. This compliment has been passed on....eventually I’ll be teaching my bear-hatted children to be nudists.
O: I think it’s an Arabic expression or something, but she says “praise your vagina.” She’s been saying that since I was little. What a horrible thing to hear from your grandmother: “praise your darling vagina.”
O: I edited my brother’s essay the other day; he gave me whitening strips for it.
AB: ...Does he have his kidneys?
MP: Yes he does.
S: Good, that’s an important thing in first impressions. This guy has kidneys. I can trust him.
AB: I kind of wonder what it’s like running through the mountains with a dialysis machine.
O: But why would they eat the explosives?
AB: Because C4 looks like marshmallows.
O: I have to calibrate my personality over there because I sound like a cartoon character...and then I come back here and people think I’m trying to kill them.
O: I want to have babies so I can be a better cook....but that’s normal!
O: I though that it was really sad that the orphanage was making them find their own organs.
AB: ...“I have never seen a sphincter so clean and well-kept.” No, wait a minute, what’s that bone called....my one line tonight.
AB:...she’s waiting for me to put my foot in my mouth further.
CC: But what else can you say?
AB: I don’t know; apparently I have a fart pocket and I like sphincters.
AB: See, I’ve got the 45 degree rule. If it’s not in the 45 degrees from my eyes, I don’t see it. Even if I trip over it.
J: I can’t help it that I’m tall....
O: It’s like an entire sadomasochist dungeon and they don’t admit it. It’s like Italians – they’re all gay and they don’t admit it.
AB: She was like “D**, go over there and read this book while I go over there and take her shirt off...”
J: You don’t need the book!
O: ...I thought you were really reading the book!
U: I thought he was reading the book!
AB: I was. It took a lot of concentration...
AB: Very few women come back from Russia with phobias of big burly women with birch branches...
O: Well, she was very strong, so I thought I’d do what she said.
O: Actually, I really like it when you snap my underwear....why are you stopping?
S: So what are we talking about here?
MP: Massage.
S: OH. I was like, ‘you meet someone, you see what their feet feel like, then you work with that’?? Ok. Context.
J: This massage is so good, I can’t even pay attention to the lesbian action going on over there.
C: It must be like a Disney movie in your head sometimes.
O: Sometimes, people burst into song.
C: Yeah. but girls can’t just go like “hey, your bum is round I just had to grab it.”
O: I worked at Hooters!....I worked at a place where girls grabbed each other inappropriately all the time...
C: Woman. Out of apathy. I’m used to it. Also, it’s safer to have your genitalia on the inside.
O: My mommy likes to tell me that if she were me she’d go around naked all the time.
C: I thought that was your grandmother.
O: Both. This compliment has been passed on....eventually I’ll be teaching my bear-hatted children to be nudists.
O: I think it’s an Arabic expression or something, but she says “praise your vagina.” She’s been saying that since I was little. What a horrible thing to hear from your grandmother: “praise your darling vagina.”
O: I edited my brother’s essay the other day; he gave me whitening strips for it.
AB: ...Does he have his kidneys?
MP: Yes he does.
S: Good, that’s an important thing in first impressions. This guy has kidneys. I can trust him.
AB: I kind of wonder what it’s like running through the mountains with a dialysis machine.
O: But why would they eat the explosives?
AB: Because C4 looks like marshmallows.
O: I have to calibrate my personality over there because I sound like a cartoon character...and then I come back here and people think I’m trying to kill them.
O: I want to have babies so I can be a better cook....but that’s normal!
O: I though that it was really sad that the orphanage was making them find their own organs.
AB: ...“I have never seen a sphincter so clean and well-kept.” No, wait a minute, what’s that bone called....my one line tonight.
AB:...she’s waiting for me to put my foot in my mouth further.
CC: But what else can you say?
AB: I don’t know; apparently I have a fart pocket and I like sphincters.
AB: See, I’ve got the 45 degree rule. If it’s not in the 45 degrees from my eyes, I don’t see it. Even if I trip over it.
J: I can’t help it that I’m tall....
O: It’s like an entire sadomasochist dungeon and they don’t admit it. It’s like Italians – they’re all gay and they don’t admit it.
AB: She was like “D**, go over there and read this book while I go over there and take her shirt off...”
J: You don’t need the book!
O: ...I thought you were really reading the book!
U: I thought he was reading the book!
AB: I was. It took a lot of concentration...
AB: Very few women come back from Russia with phobias of big burly women with birch branches...
O: Well, she was very strong, so I thought I’d do what she said.
O: Actually, I really like it when you snap my underwear....why are you stopping?
S: So what are we talking about here?
MP: Massage.
S: OH. I was like, ‘you meet someone, you see what their feet feel like, then you work with that’?? Ok. Context.
J: This massage is so good, I can’t even pay attention to the lesbian action going on over there.
C: It must be like a Disney movie in your head sometimes.
O: Sometimes, people burst into song.
C: Yeah. but girls can’t just go like “hey, your bum is round I just had to grab it.”
O: I worked at Hooters!....I worked at a place where girls grabbed each other inappropriately all the time...
March 28, 2009: The objectification of utensils
C: Stupidity should be painful.
H: Like Pinocchio...everytime he told a lie his nose grew; evertytime you say something stupid, your...ears...grow?
A: Your nose grew...god, George Bush would be like all nose.
A: The guy was like ‘the women...and the door to civilisation’...and we’re all dying...‘and the raging horses’ and what are you on guy? At one point he stopped and looked at us and was like “Should I go on?” & we’re like “yeah, yeah....”
A: And there was this picture of a spoon and this guy tried to interpret it...and we started talking about utensil porn and the objectification of utensils...
A: See, I got nothing out of Merchant of Venice and Romeo & Juliet but hatred. But then we did Macbeth and I realised how disgustingly good Shakespeare is.
S: See, I liked King Lear, but Goneril??
A&C: Gonorrhoea?
S: Yeah...
A: I’ve been abused of this notion a long time ago...
C: Disabused.
S: C***’s correcting your grammar under her breath.
A: You realise I don’t really pay attention to what about I said...wait, that wasn’t good either...
H: I was going to say I wonder if Hansel & Gretel is a statement about how cremation...
C: No, I don’t think the fact that she eats them is a statement against cremation.
A: I’m glad you said what you said, because I was going to say “ashes burn.” Of course I didn’t have to say what I was going to say. Just keep digging myself a hole.
S: And yet she keeps talking...
A: I like my mug.
C: Yes, but did you really have to sing about it?
S: You should see what she does with it in private....I only meant she sings to it. It’s your minds that went there.
H: Or Peter. Maybe I stole your powers. I’m Sylar...
S: You’d have to be Peter because she didn’t take your brain out and play with it.
C: Are you sure? Because that would explain enough.
A: Maybe that’s why my (seets?) are red, the blood’s on them
S: You’d have to be Claire to bounce back form that.
A: Hey I heal from ...I always bounce back from my injuries with pride. People make fun of me and I bounce back.
A: I feel marginalised. I feel discriminated against.
H: You feel othered.
A: I feel othered, yes; I must say that.
A: What was I supposed to do with that?
C: Decorate your face with it.
H: Figuratively.
C: No, literally.
A: No, I thought literally and then I was like how do I do this figuratively and then I said...you see how my interview went...
S: They came up with a slogan: “It takes a licking and keeps on ticking.”
C: That’s offensive.
S: Why is that offensive?
C: It offends my sense of...
A: It offends people who don’t have tongues!
S: Yeah, we always have this discussion around exams, that one of us dies and the others get out of exams.
C: I assume you’re the one who dies.
A: No...yeah....maybe...
H: I’ve never had this discussion, so I think it’s me.
A: Yeah, I think it’s me – I’ve taken on for the team a few times.
S: I’m sure I’ve asked you to put me out of my misery a few times.
A: I can tap her to death! Or maybe I can use the pointy end...
A: All the ipod can do is threaten me with threatening songs. Like, I turn it on and it goes “I want to kill you...” & I’m like “I didn’t download this song; what the hell?!”
A: I think I can.
H: You’re like the train: “I think I can I think I can.”
S: You know you can’t, you know you can’t.
C: You wish you could, you wish you could.
A: Maybe in some other universe?
S: Again, you know you can’t.
C: So what are our exciting plans for the evening?
S: God knows.
H: Does he?
S: Yes.
H: So ask him then.
S: He’s screaming.
A: You guys lost me there.
S: H*** said...
A: Oh, God! I thought you said “plants.” With the screaming....
A: And delicious.
S: For a second it sounded like you said something about a horse.
C: Yeah, it sounded like “Undah da hoss.”
S: Yeah, that’s exactly it.
A: Sometime in the German military “undah dah hoss!” like, German military term in the First World War when they still had horses in the military, before they figured out it wouldn’t work with trench warfare and all that...
H: So much thought...
A: Cake away! It could be a cake superhero! He’d be like, “Cake away!”
H: Keep talking. She’ll keep writing.
A: I’m being stubborn now. I’m not talking. Unnaturally silent...and I’m talking...
A: Cake of the future! Now I could really beat? that whole superhero....we can have a staring match.
S: I think C** would win.
A: No, I mean the cake.
S: I think it would win.
A: Yeah, it could. It doesn’t have eyes.
S: That’s what you think.
H: You’re a complete idiot....that was a bit rude
A: Oh, it’s a bit rude now? Like five minutes ago you’re like “fuck off, bitch!” – now’ you’re like “you’re an idiot.”
C: Especially the gooey part.
A: Oooey gooey.
H: That could be a song.
A: For my superhero! Gooey gooey....worst superhero ever. You’re like “gooey gooey” instead of “I’m going to fuck you up, bitch!” and then going, like, “gooey gooey.”
S: Eeeee!
A: Eeeee, yeah, when he flies. And everyone would want to eat you...
S: ...It could use fruitcake as weapons.
A: Yeah, he has like a Santa bag on his back full of fruitcake.
H: Is he missing limbs because people have eaten them?.....does he have a candle on his head?
C: What?
H: Because, he’s a cake, like...
C: Oh. ok.
A: Took a while. Yeah, that’s ok. I accept your input.
A: Aaaaah. AAAAAAH. Like a wounded dinosaur!
S: Like a wounded dinosaur.
A: You know, like growling aaaaaaaHHH.
H: You’re impressively weird this week.
A: I am impressively weird. And I’m not even trying.
H: Whose turn is it?
C: It’s A***’s. But she’s being annoying.
A: Hey, she’s the one who’s proposing to me.
S: This isn’t the Chinese restaurant.
A: Hey, it’s Canada – it could happen.
A: It’s a sign.
C: We’ve called up spirits.
A: It’s a séance. We’re in a Monopoly séance.
C: That is so lame.
A: The spirit of old capitalism...I think that it’d be scary. Adam Smith coming at you....
S: I love how she knows what a dinosaur sounds like.
A: A wounded dinosaur. With the flu, like my prof.
H: On it’s bottom. On its buttocks.
C: The CN tower doesn’t have buttocks.
A: ... and then I was like ‘oh, wait, I’m not a terrible person.’
C: Yes you are. You were corrupted by Monopoly money; how sad is that?
A: I know. I became corrupt and capitalist...
E: It said “you are such a sexy senorita” only he put (sp) because he wasn’t sure how to spell it.
E: We go every Thursday, and they’re so cute. Well, some of them stare at you and wish you were dead.
H: Like Pinocchio...everytime he told a lie his nose grew; evertytime you say something stupid, your...ears...grow?
A: Your nose grew...god, George Bush would be like all nose.
A: The guy was like ‘the women...and the door to civilisation’...and we’re all dying...‘and the raging horses’ and what are you on guy? At one point he stopped and looked at us and was like “Should I go on?” & we’re like “yeah, yeah....”
A: And there was this picture of a spoon and this guy tried to interpret it...and we started talking about utensil porn and the objectification of utensils...
A: See, I got nothing out of Merchant of Venice and Romeo & Juliet but hatred. But then we did Macbeth and I realised how disgustingly good Shakespeare is.
S: See, I liked King Lear, but Goneril??
A&C: Gonorrhoea?
S: Yeah...
A: I’ve been abused of this notion a long time ago...
C: Disabused.
S: C***’s correcting your grammar under her breath.
A: You realise I don’t really pay attention to what about I said...wait, that wasn’t good either...
H: I was going to say I wonder if Hansel & Gretel is a statement about how cremation...
C: No, I don’t think the fact that she eats them is a statement against cremation.
A: I’m glad you said what you said, because I was going to say “ashes burn.” Of course I didn’t have to say what I was going to say. Just keep digging myself a hole.
S: And yet she keeps talking...
A: I like my mug.
C: Yes, but did you really have to sing about it?
S: You should see what she does with it in private....I only meant she sings to it. It’s your minds that went there.
H: Or Peter. Maybe I stole your powers. I’m Sylar...
S: You’d have to be Peter because she didn’t take your brain out and play with it.
C: Are you sure? Because that would explain enough.
A: Maybe that’s why my (seets?) are red, the blood’s on them
S: You’d have to be Claire to bounce back form that.
A: Hey I heal from ...I always bounce back from my injuries with pride. People make fun of me and I bounce back.
A: I feel marginalised. I feel discriminated against.
H: You feel othered.
A: I feel othered, yes; I must say that.
A: What was I supposed to do with that?
C: Decorate your face with it.
H: Figuratively.
C: No, literally.
A: No, I thought literally and then I was like how do I do this figuratively and then I said...you see how my interview went...
S: They came up with a slogan: “It takes a licking and keeps on ticking.”
C: That’s offensive.
S: Why is that offensive?
C: It offends my sense of...
A: It offends people who don’t have tongues!
S: Yeah, we always have this discussion around exams, that one of us dies and the others get out of exams.
C: I assume you’re the one who dies.
A: No...yeah....maybe...
H: I’ve never had this discussion, so I think it’s me.
A: Yeah, I think it’s me – I’ve taken on for the team a few times.
S: I’m sure I’ve asked you to put me out of my misery a few times.
A: I can tap her to death! Or maybe I can use the pointy end...
A: All the ipod can do is threaten me with threatening songs. Like, I turn it on and it goes “I want to kill you...” & I’m like “I didn’t download this song; what the hell?!”
A: I think I can.
H: You’re like the train: “I think I can I think I can.”
S: You know you can’t, you know you can’t.
C: You wish you could, you wish you could.
A: Maybe in some other universe?
S: Again, you know you can’t.
C: So what are our exciting plans for the evening?
S: God knows.
H: Does he?
S: Yes.
H: So ask him then.
S: He’s screaming.
A: You guys lost me there.
S: H*** said...
A: Oh, God! I thought you said “plants.” With the screaming....
A: And delicious.
S: For a second it sounded like you said something about a horse.
C: Yeah, it sounded like “Undah da hoss.”
S: Yeah, that’s exactly it.
A: Sometime in the German military “undah dah hoss!” like, German military term in the First World War when they still had horses in the military, before they figured out it wouldn’t work with trench warfare and all that...
H: So much thought...
A: Cake away! It could be a cake superhero! He’d be like, “Cake away!”
H: Keep talking. She’ll keep writing.
A: I’m being stubborn now. I’m not talking. Unnaturally silent...and I’m talking...
A: Cake of the future! Now I could really beat? that whole superhero....we can have a staring match.
S: I think C** would win.
A: No, I mean the cake.
S: I think it would win.
A: Yeah, it could. It doesn’t have eyes.
S: That’s what you think.
H: You’re a complete idiot....that was a bit rude
A: Oh, it’s a bit rude now? Like five minutes ago you’re like “fuck off, bitch!” – now’ you’re like “you’re an idiot.”
C: Especially the gooey part.
A: Oooey gooey.
H: That could be a song.
A: For my superhero! Gooey gooey....worst superhero ever. You’re like “gooey gooey” instead of “I’m going to fuck you up, bitch!” and then going, like, “gooey gooey.”
S: Eeeee!
A: Eeeee, yeah, when he flies. And everyone would want to eat you...
S: ...It could use fruitcake as weapons.
A: Yeah, he has like a Santa bag on his back full of fruitcake.
H: Is he missing limbs because people have eaten them?.....does he have a candle on his head?
C: What?
H: Because, he’s a cake, like...
C: Oh. ok.
A: Took a while. Yeah, that’s ok. I accept your input.
A: Aaaaah. AAAAAAH. Like a wounded dinosaur!
S: Like a wounded dinosaur.
A: You know, like growling aaaaaaaHHH.
H: You’re impressively weird this week.
A: I am impressively weird. And I’m not even trying.
H: Whose turn is it?
C: It’s A***’s. But she’s being annoying.
A: Hey, she’s the one who’s proposing to me.
S: This isn’t the Chinese restaurant.
A: Hey, it’s Canada – it could happen.
A: It’s a sign.
C: We’ve called up spirits.
A: It’s a séance. We’re in a Monopoly séance.
C: That is so lame.
A: The spirit of old capitalism...I think that it’d be scary. Adam Smith coming at you....
S: I love how she knows what a dinosaur sounds like.
A: A wounded dinosaur. With the flu, like my prof.
H: On it’s bottom. On its buttocks.
C: The CN tower doesn’t have buttocks.
A: ... and then I was like ‘oh, wait, I’m not a terrible person.’
C: Yes you are. You were corrupted by Monopoly money; how sad is that?
A: I know. I became corrupt and capitalist...
E: It said “you are such a sexy senorita” only he put (sp) because he wasn’t sure how to spell it.
E: We go every Thursday, and they’re so cute. Well, some of them stare at you and wish you were dead.
March 28, 2009: sneezing is oddly pleasurable
A1: I hope I’m funnier than P***. Probably not. Just more pathetic....at least P***’s mean.
P1: I almost brushed my teeth with a razor today....it’s not funny.
P1: Sometimes it’s embarrassing to be me.
A1: I don’t think you ever get embarrassed.
P1: No, I do. I’m embarrassed almost all the time. I just act like I hate people so it doesn’t show.
A1: I feel bad for anyone who has to archaeologically dissect us and be like “why is there frog in your canola?”
S1: So canola’s not vegetarian? Did you say there was frog in it?
A1: Oh, you can’t eat it anymore.
P1: ...at first I though you were saying I can’t eat it because I’m French.
S1: Is it that really ugly one where there were a bunch of scientist guys and I left?
P1: There’s a special test to see if your boobs are sagging. There’s the pencil test, and the other one. We were in the dressing room after a hockey game and they said if you can put your nipple in your mouth...I can do the left but not the right.
P1: Nipple dexterity – is that a thing?
J3: I hope not.
A1: It’s a passion for access.
C: It’s a hatred for people.
A1: No, it’s a passion for access.
A1: Who did you talk to at the career fair?
K4: The food table. And P***.
A1: Note to self: do not feed cW*** timbits. You’re like an exotic zoo animal.
A1: it could be a cW** hireable campaign so you can have a cat. And sometimes you have to do dirty and despicable things. Like wearing makeup so you look more accessible to dumb people. I think that’s all makeup is – it makes you look like you don’t kill people, even if you do.
A1: Can you imagine someone trying to film a kitty porn? It would be like...
C: I don’t want to.
A1: I wonder what kind of props they’d have, or the music...mrow chikka mrow mrow...I’m not talking.
C: I think I should make myself stupider, so I’m not so full of hate.
A1: Can we start with the makeup?
J2: What’s a girl to do?
V. I’m naked. NAKED.
J2: ‘Does this interest you at all?’
V: L**’s like “N***’s trying to take Romania!”
A1: Is it possible that you know that librarians are on a field trip when they cluster around the globe and talk about penguins?
R2: What else is there to talk about?
S1: Why stick with someone just because they got you pregnant?
A1: It’s like sticking with someone because they gave you an STD....that was crass....
S1: You could go live with A***.
A1: It could be like polygamy but without the sex. You could clean until you have a seizure or something, and then I suppose you could do the sex.
P1: It’s weird, because sneezing is oddly pleasurable, but...
A1: It’s kind of anticlimactic if you’re expecting to cum...
P1: You just can’t resist touching me...there’s a lot of people in this school who can’t stop touching me.
C: Sheer animal magnetism.
P1: Yeah, I just wish they’d stop touching me with their fists.
P1: I almost brushed my teeth with a razor today....it’s not funny.
P1: Sometimes it’s embarrassing to be me.
A1: I don’t think you ever get embarrassed.
P1: No, I do. I’m embarrassed almost all the time. I just act like I hate people so it doesn’t show.
A1: I feel bad for anyone who has to archaeologically dissect us and be like “why is there frog in your canola?”
S1: So canola’s not vegetarian? Did you say there was frog in it?
A1: Oh, you can’t eat it anymore.
P1: ...at first I though you were saying I can’t eat it because I’m French.
S1: Is it that really ugly one where there were a bunch of scientist guys and I left?
P1: There’s a special test to see if your boobs are sagging. There’s the pencil test, and the other one. We were in the dressing room after a hockey game and they said if you can put your nipple in your mouth...I can do the left but not the right.
P1: Nipple dexterity – is that a thing?
J3: I hope not.
A1: It’s a passion for access.
C: It’s a hatred for people.
A1: No, it’s a passion for access.
A1: Who did you talk to at the career fair?
K4: The food table. And P***.
A1: Note to self: do not feed cW*** timbits. You’re like an exotic zoo animal.
A1: it could be a cW** hireable campaign so you can have a cat. And sometimes you have to do dirty and despicable things. Like wearing makeup so you look more accessible to dumb people. I think that’s all makeup is – it makes you look like you don’t kill people, even if you do.
A1: Can you imagine someone trying to film a kitty porn? It would be like...
C: I don’t want to.
A1: I wonder what kind of props they’d have, or the music...mrow chikka mrow mrow...I’m not talking.
C: I think I should make myself stupider, so I’m not so full of hate.
A1: Can we start with the makeup?
J2: What’s a girl to do?
V. I’m naked. NAKED.
J2: ‘Does this interest you at all?’
V: L**’s like “N***’s trying to take Romania!”
A1: Is it possible that you know that librarians are on a field trip when they cluster around the globe and talk about penguins?
R2: What else is there to talk about?
S1: Why stick with someone just because they got you pregnant?
A1: It’s like sticking with someone because they gave you an STD....that was crass....
S1: You could go live with A***.
A1: It could be like polygamy but without the sex. You could clean until you have a seizure or something, and then I suppose you could do the sex.
P1: It’s weird, because sneezing is oddly pleasurable, but...
A1: It’s kind of anticlimactic if you’re expecting to cum...
P1: You just can’t resist touching me...there’s a lot of people in this school who can’t stop touching me.
C: Sheer animal magnetism.
P1: Yeah, I just wish they’d stop touching me with their fists.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
March 4, 2009: I think that metaphor was a bit laboured
V. Totally.
A1: ‘I’m mad at you. I’m going to pee on your clothes.’
J1: There’s like this warmup – I can’t do it – where you like move your ass... I just watch her ass for five minutes and try to replicate it.
A1: I love dumping boyfriends. It’s like, ‘Suffer and burn!’
M1: You can make lots of money as a pro golfer.
P1: You can make a lot of money whoring yourself out too.
C: That’s the example I was going to use too...
P1: We’re more alike than you’d like to think, C***
M1: But you’d have more self-respect if you were a pro golfer.
C: No.
P1: I wouldn’t.
A1: ...but I’m not sure if my husband would like that. Unless it were some kind of polygamy thing, only you wouldn’t sleep with him...
C: I could write down what he says too...
A1: I’m not sure O*** would go for that. He’d be like “I just wanted another dog.” But C** could like cook...maybe...no.
C: I make some great stir-fried cabbage...
A1: I kinda feel that polygamy’s not such a bad deal, though, because it’s like someone else who cares about housework. Which is why you wouldn’t be a good candidate. But if a neat freak wanted to marry me and my husband, like ‘yeah baby – I’ll cook, you clean, he farts...’ The romance is gone...
A1: I’m pretty sure most faces look like constipated squirrels – they do. It’s like, ‘are you angry, or do you just have to poo?’
Q: See the burnt koala getting water from the man.
C: Cute.
A1: Think of all the burnt dead ones.
S1: I think Heroin Mouse should look more like Amy Winehouse.
A1: When you are my pet, I will name you Xenophus.
S1: Notice how mushrooms weren’t on that thing. So mushrooms are ok.
O: Micro organisms taste lovely.
K4: That’s a put down. You’re not supposed to use put-downs. You’re supposed to use appreciations.
P1: You’ve taught elementary school, haven’t you?
K4: Yes, yes I have.
A1: It’s like taking multivitamins. You gotta get a good guy.
.K4: I think that metaphor was a bit laboured.
K4: Least glamourous death ever. Hacked to death by a library assignment.
A1: Found with her reference assignment in her neck...
K4: I think you could be fleshed out a bit.
A4: Like a pap smear?
K4: What?!?
A1: You know, one of those routine healthy things...
A1: In the future, I will come up with the perfect metaphor. And I will turn into a purple my little pony with sparkles, that smells like strawberries.
A1: C***, I’m not sure how I would stay entertained if you weren’t here laughing at me.
C: Glad to help.
A1: I’m so much funnier when you’re making fun of me. Who knew?
A1: ...Oh, my leadership paper...
C: How did that go?
A1: I was so sincere, I almost threw up.
A1: Thank you. It was a nice compliment. I just thought I’d trash it.
A1: I think I could spend days smelling my hair.
C: That’s nice.
A1: It’s a shame, because I think without all the vanity, I could be smart.
A1: My mum says that training men is like training killer whales.
C: Why?
A1: Because it’s all about positive reinforcement. You ignore the bad and focus on the good. Because how can you get a two-ton killer whale to jump through hoops for you without fish snacks?
A1: (on her wedding) It was the best day in my entire life – well, maybe not the best because I like canoe trips, but I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
C: And I got frozen spinach. It gives variety – not as much as a pap smear, but...
A1: You know you can get those for free? Because it’s Canada. You can be like “nobody’s touched me down there in a long time – can you just scrape something?’
A1: You know it’s bad if a pap smear is the high point of your week...
A1: So she got pregnant and the girl with the headache is communing with the foetus. It’s like you and Chucky.
A1: She was like “I just have to ask – are you carrying?” ...and I said “no, I just eat.”
C:...I can’t say I’ve ever actually gotten that...
A1: And you have a growth. Unfair.
A1: I think this one is you with the headache and the birds and the foetal communing.
A1: If you see any Calibri, eradicate it. Just kill it.
C: I do hate Calibri.
A1: It’s like zebra mussels in the Great Lakes. It just spreads...
A1: I think some men jut really make you want to have babies. You see them and you’re like “must...regenerate...species.”
A1: I think I just gained a pound.
C: Shit it out later; you’ll be fine.
A1: C** on biological functions...
A1: Sometimes I think I should be a troll. You know?
P1: Does Sean Connery have sex with some hussy in a library in this?
Q: No, but Christian Slater does – wanna see?
Q: Does that make you bride of Chucky?
A1: No...
C: I haven’t even given birth to him yet – how can I marry him?
A1: My sense is that he’ll marry a cat. And then be ingested by it.
K4: Have you guys heard of the Fem Defence?...it’s like a tampon, but with a spike on the end. So, if you’re going down a dark alley and you have some trouble...
C: That’s disgusting.
K4: There’s another one that looks like a claw!
A1: It turns your vagina into a deathtrap for penises. That’s cute.
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