I'm very happy to celebrate Tom and Nora's anniversary. I expect I should drink some beer today in honor.
Matilda To English Dictionary
At! = "I am awake. Please wipe my ass."
Ah... = "Hello, And you are...?" Sometimes also, "Interesting." preferably with fingers peaked like Mr. Burns.
Waaaahhhhh! = "I am disconsolate! Life has no meaning! Where is The Breast?! Not that breast, you eediot! The other one. The one I like. Now you will feel my wrath as I claw desperately at the wrong boob with my sharp and tiny talons!"
Umf. Umf. Umf. = "I am taking a crap. You may expect to hear the disconsolate 'Waaaaah!" shortly."
smuksmuksmuk = Your pinky finger, sir, I assure you is no nipple. But 'twil serve. 'twil serve."
[high chittering noise. cf., agitated Coati Mundi]
= "Alarum! OMGWTFPOLARBEAR! FIRE! That's it, Man. Game over! Game OVER!"
!tuk !tuk = "This shit is delicious."
eep eep = "Uhm. My body seems to be shaking with recurrent spasms. I am concerned. Perhaps a little anxious. Definitely annoyed that you find these so-called 'hiccoughs' amusing."
uh. uh. uh. = "I am satiated. The milk it is good. All is satisfactory. Bring me my hash pipe."
"I am satiated. The milk it is good. All is satisfactory. Bring me my hash pipe."
Heh. I remember that look.
Too cute Hec! She truly is adorable.
IOmemeN, why do certain fucktards think that passing the buck is an Olympic sport? You are the delivering dealer and responsible for making sure all items, INCLUDING LOOSE SHIP ITEMS, are present and accounted for. Do not foist me off on some heavily painted, gum-snapping receptionist that wouldn't know what do with a car unless she's in the backseat. Now I've got to scramble to fix your mess and placate a self-important director who thinks his shit doesn't stink. Thanks. You have just unleashed the wrath of hell upon yourselves. I hope you're ready.
Because my brain goes to strange non-sequitur places with alarming ease, I'm now wondering how you'd say this:
You are the delivering dealer and responsible for making sure all items, INCLUDING LOOSE SHIP ITEMS, are present and accounted for. Do not foist me off on some heavily painted, gum-snapping receptionist that wouldn't know what do with a car unless she's in the backseat. Now I've got to scramble to fix your mess and placate a self-important director who thinks his shit doesn't stink. Thanks. You have just unleashed the wrath of hell upon yourselves. I hope you're ready.
in Matilda.
(on second thought, maybe it's just the mention of shit that did it...)
Happy Anniversary, Tom and Nora!!!
yay!
I'm now wondering how you'd say this
gurglegurgleFFFRRRRRAAAAPPPPP!!!!!gurgle
gurglegurgleFFFRRRRRAAAAPPPPP!!!!!gurgle
Followed by a familiar diapery odor and an evil giggle.
