Archive for: July 2007

“Neena played you like proud owner of the world’s longest dry streak. You know what, can I ask you a personal question? Exactly how long has it been since you’ve swept the stuffed animals off of your bed, thrown your ankles up in the air, and thanked whatever god you pray to that you didn’t have on your granny panties?” –>

“I gotta go. If I’m around that sea hag for more than ten seconds my throat closes up.” –>

“Straighten up, Newbie, and I mean that in every sense of the word.” –>

“I’m on a scavenger hunt, and I need to find a black-haired, soulless bottom-feeder. Oh, hi Neena.” –>

“I’ll be honest with you, I’m worried that I’m not going to be able to get your voice out of my head. It is a very real concern.” –>

“Oh my God. What happened in your life that made you so needy that you’ve got to fill every waking second by babbling on?” –>

“All you do is talk, talk, talk talk, talk, talk, talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk talk. And when you’re not talking, I’m betting you’re thinking about talking. I mean, can I ask you a personal question? Have you ever had a thought that you didn’t immediately verbalize?” –>

“Lookit, enough of the squawk-box, all right? And just keep your eye on the road, whatta you say?” –>

“Oh, happy day. She’s blown a fuse.” –>

“I’m not a big car-singing kind of guy.” –>