(I appreciate getting 4 clicks after accidentally posting just the title "374". :-) Sorry! - Mr. Silver)
[1:37 PM] Mr. Silver:
[1:37 PM] Mr. Silver:
[1:49
PM] Mr. Brown:
Wiener
horse
[1:55
PM] Mr. Silver:
You've
solved it! That's no unicorn!
[1:55
PM] Mr. Brown:
Still
guessing what the wiener horse is next to though
Wiener
horse standing next to the prickly cactus
[1:55
PM] Mr. Blue:
A salt
lick?
[1:56
PM] Mr. Brown:
Wiener
horse next to watering trough
[1:56
PM] Mr. Silver:
They
are restaurant orders! That's why they are so short!
[1:56
PM] Mr. Brown:
Dancing
star fish?
[1:58
PM] Mr. Silver:
(top
characters) "The guy in the puffy shirt wants a wienerhorse,
fries, large drink."
"To
go” (walking)
(left)
"Bag of chips, choco taco on a stick"
A
typical day's orders from a popular restaurant.
[2:05
PM] Mr. Brown:
Lots
of scrotum cows
[2:06
PM] Mr. Silver:
I'd
like to take this opportunity to ask Mr. Brown – again - if he's
sure about him having kids, or if his wife just shows up with them
one day.
[2:06
PM] Mr. Brown:
LOL
Ancient
cultures are infatuated with the male genitalia
[2:11
PM] Mr. Silver:
Yet
the ancients knew that cows did not have them.
[2:12
PM] Mr. Brown:
Male
cow
Bull
[2:12
PM] Mr. Silver:
I
suppose we can grant this -
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cattle#Singular_terminology_issue
Anyway
I've
cracked another piece of these tablets
I
know what the square/cuppy decoration thing is.
[2:12
PM] Mr. Brown:
A
lamp?
[2:12
PM] Mr. Silver:
"Legend
says civilization collapsed after the 15th hole's catch basket was
eaten by a celestial wiener horse and there was no way to score.
The gods threw and threw, but to no avail. All that remains are
the scorecards of the gods...named...but hopelessly without a total
score."
[2:19
PM] Mr. Blue:
Heheh
[2:24
PM] Mr. Silver:
The
fact that "wiener horse" is now a permanent part of my
vocabulary is a mixed blessing.
[10:11
AM] Mr. Blue:
How
the hell do you pull ahead in the polls AFTER you start talking about
Hitler?
From
an article today "I know you're not supposed to say 'Nazi
Germany,' but I don't care about political correctness. You know, you
had a government using its tools to intimidate the population. We now
live in a society where people are afraid to say what they actually
believe."
[10:18
AM] Mr. Silver:
Are
they?
The
societal loudmouths apparently aren't afraid to say anything no
matter how stupid it is.
[10:19
AM] Mr. Blue:
I
guess if what you actually believe is bat-shit crazy and you're
afraid of being ridiculed by the moderate majority then yes that's
true
[10:21
AM] Mr. Brown:
It's
peer pressure
Not
government pressure
[10:44
AM] Mr. Silver:
"Afraid
of saying anything" is roughly as weighty a fear as "Government
planning to take away your rights"
Honestly...the
current government can't accomplish anything. How would they
pull off taking away constitutional rights?
Fox
News was funny this morning
"Conservatives
up in arms over Republicans caving in too easily on a budget deal,
saying it doesn't go far enough."
Translation:
"Republicans agreed with Obama on something. Ultra-conservative morons
outraged due to chronic unawareness of reality."
[10:49
AM] Mr. Blue:
Yeah
The
Tea Party motto seems to be - Drag your feet to stall government no
matter what the Democrats want. Just totally F everything up
regardless of what it is, no compromise ever.
[10:52
AM] Mr. Silver:
Imagine
trying to decide on pizza toppings with those idiots.
(The
People) "Pepperoni of course..."
(Rep)
"That sounds good. A nice Italian topping."
(TP)
"Not AMERICAN?"
[10:58
AM] Mr. Blue:
heh...
(Dem)
"Well, I don't like pepperoni. Can we do half pepperoni and
half cheese?"
(TP)
"NOO! PEPPERONI OR ELSE NOBODY'S GETTING PIZZA!"
*stomps feet and mumbles about the troops*
(Dem)
"It's fine... I'll just pick the pepperoni off."
(TP)
"NO. WE DO NOT AGREE! NO PIZZA FOR ANYONE. UHH MUSLIM
BROTHERHOOD MUCH???"
[11:34
AM] Mr. Silver:
(White
house press secretary) "Based on an independent non-tax-funded
study that was done drawing from 30 years of data, it was found that
100% of respondents liked a 3 cheese blend on every pizza combination
ever ordered.”
[Unanimous
nodding and smiling, positive mumbling]
(White
house press secretary) “So Obama requested that."
(Rep)
"Well in that case, we don't like 3 cheese blend. Call them
back."
(TP)
“IMPEACH!!! BIRTH CERTIFICATE!!! CONSTITUTION!!!”
[10:47
AM] Ms. Rose:
(Separate
note. Chatting with a guy.) Nothing says male chauvinist pig like
constantly referring to your spouse as "the wife." How come
I never hear chicks talking about "the hubby?" It's always
"myyyyyy hubby". Chicks = objects to possess. Dudes =
possessions to object to.
[10:51
AM] Mr. Silver:
(Calls
out Ms. Rose) "My man" in the same tone as "my dog"
was the most commonly used reference to husbands and boyfriends at
Jatzenkammer. I heard it daily for 5-7 years.
[10:51
AM] Mr. Blue:
LOL
[10:52
AM] Ms. Rose:
At
least "my" implies that you're a person, actively
possessing something. Calling her "the wife" makes it seem
like she's the same as "the cat" and "the table"
and "the icky thing in the corner that I don't want to touch"
etc.
[10:52
AM] Mr. Silver:
"My
dog was tearing up the yard and my man sh- in the dining room again.
Wait...got that backwards."
[10:53
AM] Ms. Rose:
I'd
rather be "a wife" or "your wife" than "the
wife."
[10:53
AM] Mr. Silver:
"Hi,
my name is Silver, and this is a wife, Mrs. Silver."
[10:53
AM] Ms. Rose:
HAHAHAHA!
"Hi,
my name is Ms. Rose, and this is myyyyyyy husband, [insert name].
MINE. ME ME ME!”
"Look!
I am a female and yet I actually have a possession! This person, who
pays for stuff and follows me around all the time! It's almost better
than being allowed to vote!"
[10:57
AM] Mr. Silver:
"...and
this is my investment, Trevor."
"How's
the return so far on it?"
[10:57
AM] Ms. Rose:
:-D
[10:58
AM] Mr. Brown:
My
wife always says my money is my money and your money is my money
[10:58
AM] Mr. Silver:
Mrs.
Silver thinks that one is funny too.
"Check
it out. I've been playing 'Husband - The Idle Game'."
“How's
it work?”
"You
just pick one of the right shape and color and click on him
repeatedly to earn points to open and select new achievements and
options."
"You
can continue to click as long as you like to earn your own points,
but with carefully considered selections, Husband will just start
gaining enough points on his own."
“Fair
warning though: poor selections may leave the player having to click
constantly just to keep up, and Husband itself has several failure
options without the game itself ending."
[11:04
AM] Mr. Brown:
Husband
= Tamogochi pet
[11:06
AM] Ms. Rose:
Males
take on entirely different meanings when you don't have a desire to
reproduce. It's like taking off the "sperm bank-colored"
glasses.
[11:05
AM] Mr. Silver:
As
awful a social commentary as that particular bit was...I kind of want
to see "Husband - The Idle Game" run.
"WTF!!!"
"What?"
"I
walked away to get a sandwich and Husband bought something called an
X-Box and there's 3 more characters on the screen!"
"Damn,
girl..."
"How
many points w- WTF!!!??? That cost five THOUSAND clicks!?!
What was he THINKING????"
"What's
he doing now?"
"Nothing!
Well...I mean he's burning a ton of time and draining clicks on
snacks and beer...but nothing!"
[11:11
AM] Mr. Brown:
"You
left it alone since 1990...now its dead."
[11:11
AM] Mr. Silver:
I
have a favorite Tamogochi comic somewhere, speaking of...Have to look
that up...
A
true laugh-and-cry story
[11:14
AM] Mr. Brown:
HAHAHAHAHAH!!!
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