Rebecca:
There is chocolate calling to me... the siren voices are tempting me to nom
James:
What does chocolate sound like?
Michelle:
chocolate has a delicious deep dark voice
James:
Like the Old Spice guy?
"Hello ladies. Look at your salad, now back to me, now back at your salad, now back to me! Sadly, your salad isn't me, but if you stopped worrying about your calorie intake and started thinking about what tastes good, you could be eating me. Look away, look back... You're stuffing your face with the chocolate your snack could taste like!"
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
James finds new words
Your typo of the day: "homeosexual"
I think it would describe the state of being a closeted right wing political figure, with the higher dilution of gay pride having a great effect on his need to hook up with gay escorts or go to public toilets for an anonymous fumble.
I think it would describe the state of being a closeted right wing political figure, with the higher dilution of gay pride having a great effect on his need to hook up with gay escorts or go to public toilets for an anonymous fumble.
James and the whales
After reading this news article:
Rebecca:
I love how this article is clearly written for people in the northern hemisphere.
"The seas around Cape Town are teeming with whales and great white sharks during the winter months, which fall in the middle of the year."
James:
WITCHCRAFT!!!! I BLAME OBAMA!!!
Scott:
Yep, its a little known fact that the waters are so teeming with sharks and whales that ships have to be fitted with gian cow-catchers to push them all out of the way.
James:
In the winter months, anyway (in the MIDDLE of the year! the MIDDLE!) but at the ends of the year it's like a desert.
Only, you know, wet
Scott:
In particularly teeming middle winter years, locals will hire beach buggies and drive over the crammed together sea life to offshore islands they can't normally reach by car. Once there they'll strip naked under the moonlight and conduct arcane rituals to ensure the next winter will also arrive in the middle of the year.
James:
The not-mid-year-months, known by the locals as Endie-Yearie-Hottie-Time, see the ocean so devoid of life that the missing biomass causes the sea levels to drop dramatically. This is an excellent opportunity to retrieve lost cars that slipped through small gaps in the whales mid-year.
Scott:
And to fish out all those coins that fell out of pockets and slipped behind a whale.
Rebecca:
I love how this article is clearly written for people in the northern hemisphere.
"The seas around Cape Town are teeming with whales and great white sharks during the winter months, which fall in the middle of the year."
James:
WITCHCRAFT!!!! I BLAME OBAMA!!!
Scott:
Yep, its a little known fact that the waters are so teeming with sharks and whales that ships have to be fitted with gian cow-catchers to push them all out of the way.
James:
In the winter months, anyway (in the MIDDLE of the year! the MIDDLE!) but at the ends of the year it's like a desert.
Only, you know, wet
Scott:
In particularly teeming middle winter years, locals will hire beach buggies and drive over the crammed together sea life to offshore islands they can't normally reach by car. Once there they'll strip naked under the moonlight and conduct arcane rituals to ensure the next winter will also arrive in the middle of the year.
James:
The not-mid-year-months, known by the locals as Endie-Yearie-Hottie-Time, see the ocean so devoid of life that the missing biomass causes the sea levels to drop dramatically. This is an excellent opportunity to retrieve lost cars that slipped through small gaps in the whales mid-year.
Scott:
And to fish out all those coins that fell out of pockets and slipped behind a whale.
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