Category: Put Downs

Here that’s interesting. Of course, it’s gibberish, but it’s–it’s interesting nonetheless. I’m gonna go ahead and pass, and here’s why: You’re a typical surgeon, and as a rule you guys are insensitive and egotistical and you have the sense of humor of about a fourth grader.

Listen, just because we have a child together doesn’t necessarily mean you know me, mmm’kay, princess?

Hey, hey, Val. You know, you know what’s funny? Ever since I started taking care of your patients not one of them has died.

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

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?

The answer is yes, it was me who saw you doing leg lifts in the gym on that inflatable ball. It was quite the display of girl power. Absolutely loved the leg warmers!

Yeah, unfortunately, the first part of the plan is not to share it with people who annoy me. Want to hear the second part? ……I can’t. My hands are tied by the first part.

So now, how would you like this whole hug thing to go down? Do you wish to remain seated, would you like to stand? I, of course, don’t care, as long as it’s under three seconds and I don’t feel your breath on my neck.

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?

Look, Newbie, there are times a man wants to keep something to himself. Like, say, he’s got a son. Or he’s 29-years-old and keeps a journal with a unicorn drawn on the cover.