Category: Put Downs

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Congratulations! Your Dimaggio-like streak for saying nothing even remotely interesting is still alive and well!

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Look who peeked in his shorts and found a pair! What are you, feeling like you finally took on the old man in a game of one-on-one and kicked his ass? Well, here’s the news-flash, there, Skeetch: It was a fluke!

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If I actually enjoyed being miserable, then why wouldn’t I stay here talking to you two?

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Oh dear God, you’re speechless. I won! I won an argument! Jack, it’s unprecedented. We’ll be at the playground drinking beer. Oh God, we love beer!

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Oh, come on — what the hell, Newbie. This gentleman is suffering from an inflamed gallbladder, and you actually have him eating a grilled-cheese sandwich. Hhhere’s an idea: why don’t we just have him wash the whole thing down with a big ol’ mug of vodka.

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Look, please don’t think I’m impressed because you managed to score a sympathy date with whatever homely-looking chick is managing the gift shop nowadays.

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Tell me, did ya happen to come across any pamphlets on people who only work eight days a year and then spend the other 357 whining about it?

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Jordan, this hospital is literally crawling with germs and disease and in all fairness, you don’t know if that lady is a sickie or if she was here visiting a sickie and she ran her sickie hands all over her sickie face.

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Mr. Bober, back there, is one of our frequent flyers; he’s been with us every six months for the last two years, and I’ve grown rather fond of him. So if you could somehow manage to not kill him, well then – oh, gee — that would just be ducky.

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Whatta you say, there, Stephanie; how about you step up to the plate and tell the guy. My God! I’m only three weeks old, and already I’ve got more stones than you do – and one of mine hasn’t even dropped yet.

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