OK, I'm still watching the Matt Damon, and is it true that using "fuckin..." like "um" is a Boston thing?? Like, "Yeah, we went to the... fuckin... oh yeah, the store..."?
You never know if a girl's gonna say 'yes', or if she's gonna laugh in your face and pull out your still-beating heart and crush it into the ground with her heel.
Xander ,'Help'
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Jan 03, 2007 5:07:34 pm PST #9790 of 10007
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
tommyrot - Jan 03, 2007 5:08:15 pm PST #9791 of 10007
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Woodchipper, my friend. Woodchipper.
Wood chipper into a vat of acid. Which you then set on fire. And then feed to the piranhas. And then you run the piranhas through the wood chipper.
Connie Neil - Jan 03, 2007 5:11:55 pm PST #9792 of 10007
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Wood chipper into a vat of acid. Which you then set on fire. And then feed to the piranhas. And then you run the piranhas through the wood chipper.
For issues of cost effectiveness, I think I'll stay with wood chipper into the stream of boiling acid, then run some branches through the chipper to try and catch those bits of, well, stuff that always seems to show up on the forensics shows.
amych - Jan 03, 2007 5:13:28 pm PST #9793 of 10007
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I can't vote without sufficient information. Do the piranhas have frickin laser guns strapped to their heads?
Atropa - Jan 03, 2007 5:14:13 pm PST #9794 of 10007
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Woodchipper, my friend. Woodchipper.
But unless you run the woodchipper over a fast-moving river and then hose the woodchipper down thoroughly with something like a pressure washer, you'll still leave behind enough evidence to get caught. Or so says my friend who majored in forensic anthropology.
Cashmere - Jan 03, 2007 5:15:11 pm PST #9795 of 10007
Now tagless for your comfort.
Wood chipper into a vat of acid. Which you then set on fire. And then feed to the piranhas. And then you run the piranhas through the wood chipper.
Didn't you watch Snatch? Pigs. We need pigs.
Atropa - Jan 03, 2007 5:16:57 pm PST #9796 of 10007
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
Pigs. We need pigs.
That would be what the forensic anthropology major always recommends in these sorts of hypothetical situations.
Sue - Jan 03, 2007 5:17:27 pm PST #9797 of 10007
hip deep in pie
Didn't you watch Snatch? Pigs. We need pigs.
Or Deadwood.
tommyrot - Jan 03, 2007 5:19:27 pm PST #9798 of 10007
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
I can't vote without sufficient information. Do the piranhas have frickin laser guns strapped to their heads?
They could. But then you really need the self-destructing lasers, and they cost extra.
Nutty - Jan 03, 2007 5:20:22 pm PST #9799 of 10007
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
is it true that using "fuckin..." like "um" is a Boston thing?? Like, "Yeah, we went to the... fuckin... oh yeah, the store..."?
Among working class white guys? Yeah, I'd say so. Except it's not in the middle of a sentence so much as between one sentence and the next, the way other people would say "So, like," as a topic transition and to give themselves a moment to manufacture a grammatical utterance.
So, more of a
I went to the store. And fuckennnnn... Did you know grandma smokes pot sometimes?
than a
I went to the fuckennnnn, what's that thing? the, the, the fucken Big E, that's what it's called.
Although the latter also happens. This is why I do not feel too badly about my pottymouth.