Comment by Claire: rebellious pink pig with car keys - and a *cause* — November 11, 2012 @ 11:21 pm
You have pet origami boulder?
You beat pet rock.
I have pet scissors.
You go now.
Comment by DougM (Well, thaaat sucked!) — November 12, 2012 @ 9:28 am
Reminds me of Room Service in the Orient
Room Service: Morny, rune sore-bees.
Guest: Oh, sorry. I thought I dialed room service.
Room Service: Rye. Rune sore-bees. Morny. Jewish to ordor sunteen?
Guest: I’d like some bacon and eggs.
Room Service: Ow July den?
Room Service: Aches. Ow July then? Pry, boy, pooch . . .?
Guest: Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, Scrambled, please.
Room Service: Ow July dee Baycome? Crease?
Guest: Crisp will be fine.
Room Service: Okay. An Santos?
Guest: Uh . . I don’t know—I don’t think so.
Room Service: No? Judo one toes?
Guest: Look, I really feed bad about this, but I just don’t know what “one toes” means. I’m sorry.
Room Service: Toes! Toes! Why Jew Don Juan toes? Ow bow eengligh mopping we bother?
Guest: English Muffin! I’ve got it! Toast . . . you were saying “toast”! Fine, an English muffin will be fine.
Room Service: We bother?
Guest: No, just put the bother on the side.
Room Service: Wad?
Guest: I’m sorry. I mean the butter. Just butter on the side.
Room Service: Copy?
Guest: I feel terrible about this, but . . .
Room Service: Copy! Copy, tea, mill, prute jews.
Guest: Coffee! Yes, coffee, please. And that’s all.
Room Service: One minnie. Ass rune torino-fie, strangle aches, crease baycome, tossy eengligh mopping we bother honey sight, and copy, rye?
Guest: Whatever you say.
Room Service: Okay. Tenjewberrymud.
Hotel Guest: Yes, you’re quite welcome.
Comment by dick, not quite dead white guy — November 12, 2012 @ 8:10 pm