Hmm, I guess it's no different than offering someone a kleenex instead of a tissue.
Still, would it work if you were offering more than just soda choices. Could you say, "Want a coke? I have Coke, 7Up or lemonade." or is it only for soda?
The things I learn around Buffistas. (Well, I guess I learned it from my co-worker. Y'all just reinforced the learning.)
ETA: I remember Big Red. That's some good soda. I am a fan of the fruit flavored sodas in general.
ION:
DeLay accuses network of slurring him on show
OS ANGELES - House Majority Leader Tom DeLay accused NBC Thursday of slurring his name by including an unflattering reference to him on the NBC police drama “Law & Order: Criminal Intent.”
DeLay’s name surfaced Wednesday night on the show’s season finale, which centered on the fictional slayings of two judges by suspected right-wing extremists.
In the episode, police are frustrated by a lack of clues, leading one officer, played by Kathryn Erbe, to quip, “Maybe we should put out an APB (all-points-bulletin) for somebody in a Tom DeLay T-shirt.”
Heh.
Still, would it work if you were offering more than just soda choices. Could you say, "Want a coke? I have Coke, 7Up or lemonade." or is it only for soda?
That would be like
channels Aunt Doris Jane
"You thirsty hon? Whatchoo wont? coke, lemonade? Coke? We got Dr. Pepper & RC."
"You thirsty hon? Whatchoo wont? coke, lemonade? Coke? We got Dr. Pepper & RC."
Ha. That sounds like my best friend's Big Momma. I used to love going over to her house when I was a little girl because she had a never ending cavalcade of wigs. And underneath the wigs she had really long hair that she wore in two pigtails pinned up on top of her head. I cannot wait to be an old black woman and get my wig on!
"You thirsty hon? Whatchoo wont? coke, lemonade? Coke? We got Dr. Pepper & RC."
In my head, this sounds very much like Heather's short course in How to Flirt with the Bartender in Order to Ensure he Serves that Last Drink after the Bar is Officially Closed.
Big Momma
Aww that's my great-grandmother on my dad's side. She used to tell dirty jokes to all the kids in the neighborhood, and gave my grandparents a place to live when they got married and Mimi's parent's didn't approve.
In my head, this sounds very much like Heather's short course in How to Flirt with the Bartender in Order to Ensure he Serves that Last Drink after the Bar is Officially Closed.
Hee. Well, it worked.
Actually, if I had been able to introduce you to Cynthia, you'd know how very much it sounds like her. Southern-belleiest speech patterns evah.
That is awesome. I think becoming "Big Momma" automatically makes you about 50 times cooler than any other person in the room. In my imaginary life where I'd have kids, I would want my grandkids to call me Big Momma. It would go with the wigs and all.
Timelies.
Today, I am gronkified. Between the buffista excursion Tuesday night, and last night's SERENITY preview, it's been a looooong week. Satisfying, but long. Thank dog for the 3-day weekend. I plan on impersonating a pile of laundry for most of tomorrow.