Phill, in Natter 7:
My GF's phone here in Seattle is one digit away from Homier Distributing in Little Rock. Makes for many "fun" 5AM cals.
Me Groggily Picking Up Phone: H'llo?
Brain Dead Hick: Hah, ah'm tryin' ta re-aych Sonya at Homier Distributin' an' ah...
Me: You've got the wrong number. This is Seattle and very early in the morni...
BDH: Um, this is th' number ah was given.
Me: Oh, in that case Homier Distrbituing, can I help you?
BDH: Um...
Me: I'll transfer you to Sonya, hang on...
Hangs up.
erinaceous: A guy I knew in high school told me once "You know the guys call you a nympho, right?"
Worst.Pickup.Line.Ever.
The ita/Burrell comedy team strikes again:
ita: I'm shacking up with Matt Damon right now.
Burrell: So how's Ben taking it?
Go ahead, say, "Like a man." You know you want to.
I'm not even going to try contextualizing this:
Steph: How does one shuck a clam?
Aimee:Pry the shell open and yank out the meat.
ita:"Shuck a clam", Aimée, not "seduce a geek".
Phill, in Natter 7:
The civilized way to shuck a clam is to enter into a psychic duel with the tawny mollusk on the seventh plain of dremes. You must confront the clam with his greatest terror and while it gazes into the abyss of its own slimy mortality, hit it with a hammer while giggling.
I am the one-woman Phill-Comm MACHINE today.
First time posting in COMM. Hope I do this right.
In Firefly:
Jesse: But lord knows I'm no TV exec.
Epic Tangent: You can tell by the good sense.
(edited to look like Theo's)
Brenda M:
Heh. Bill Clinton's church was next door to my apartment. Walking by on a Sunday morning, you'd think it was Our Lady of Blessed Law Enforcement, from all the unmarkeds and shaded-glass SUVs parked outside.
Phill, maintaining the world's greatest post-to-COMM ratio:
Me? Dis ass? Never, sir. Why the very idea...pish twaddle, sir. I'm sure your wife's ass is so perfectly round that one could use it to calibrate radio telescopes. It's sooo high, haughty and proud, it would be cast in the starring role in the sistah SoulJah biopic. This ass is soooo sublime that in a recent episode of "In Search Of...", Leonard Nemoy posited that it was the work of ancient astronaughts.