November 11 is Origami Day…

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  1. Ok, so that is a paper rock?
    How does it rank in rock, paper, scissors?

    Comment by PeggyU — November 11, 2012 @ 3:13 pm

  2. You been here two owah.
    You go now.

    Monet’s napkin sketch
    the busboy does his job well
    later, bum wipes nose

    Comment by DougM (Well, thaaat sucked!) — November 11, 2012 @ 3:28 pm

  3. America
    headed for
    revolution

    Obamacare
    killing
    full time jobs.

    media
    hiding
    truth

    Comment by JoeBandMember® — November 11, 2012 @ 3:41 pm

  4. Tora! Tora! Tora!
    Next item you’ll adora
    Papier Mache Barack, with aura.

    Comment by Occaisional poster — November 11, 2012 @ 3:55 pm

  5. I make cheap imitation origami boulder because I’m too cheap to buy original artwork today.

    Comment by mech — November 11, 2012 @ 4:25 pm

  6. I have basket full of cheap imitation origami boulders. You buy cheap. Now.

    Comment by SondraK, Queen of my domain — November 11, 2012 @ 6:01 pm

  7. I think I still have some Pet Rocks, lemme look…

    Yep. Whole riverbed full.

    Comment by mojo — November 11, 2012 @ 8:17 pm

  8. mojo, sell rocks, buy paper.

    Comment by rickn8or — November 11, 2012 @ 9:13 pm

  9. “Hou have boyfriennnd?

    erm, no

    “You wan pedicure?”

    erm, no
    This why you no have boyfriennnd.

    Comment by Claire: rebellious pink pig with car keys - and a *cause* — November 11, 2012 @ 11:21 pm

  10. You have pet origami boulder?
    Hah!
    You beat pet rock.
    Wait!
    I have pet scissors.
    Hah!
    You go now.

    Comment by DougM (Well, thaaat sucked!) — November 12, 2012 @ 9:28 am

  11. 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?
    Guest: What?
    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

  12. ^ Woo,
    good thing he didn’t say anything about the dirty fork!
    Yeah, and my hovercraft is full of eels.

    Comment by DougM (Well, thaaat sucked!) — November 12, 2012 @ 10:35 pm

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