[12:27
PM] Ms. Rose:
My
mom eats peanut butter and butter and jelly sammiches...
There
was some dumb gourmet catering event at (venue) and Franny was complaining it
wasn't on TV this year.
[12:30
PM] Mr. Silver:
That
the "Chef Tasting"?
Such
a kinky niche
Or
perhaps a cannibal sympathetic magic niche
"Chief,
for your great feast, we have captured one of the ones in the tall
poofy white hats."
"Ah!
They really cook well. Most delicious."
[12:33
PM] Mr. Blue:
"Sorry
ma'am we did film it but we forgot to take the lens cap off."
[12:34
PM] Ms. Rose:
HAHAHA,
Mr. Blue!
[12:42
PM] Mr. Silver:
"The
FCC banned the footage for all the depictions of terrible sacrifices.
What the Hell were you people doing out there?"
[12:42
PM] Mr. Blue:
"We're
still editing out the nudity"
[12:43
PM] Mr. Brown:
“The
ham... The ham...”
[12:44
PM] Mr. Silver:
"Donald
Trump sued us and we couldn't put up the video."
[12:44
PM] Ms. Rose:
Good
ones, Mr. Silver!
[12:45
PM] Mr. Brown:
“Cucumbers!
Cucumbers everywhere! It was a massacre!”
[12:46
PM] Mr. Blue:
"Everyone
that's watched it has inexplicably died 7 days later."
[12:47
PM] Ms. Rose:
(rofl)
"The (Catering) Ring"
"We
actually did film it and were partway through editing when we heard
about the massive food poisoning. Oh, you didn't hear about that?
Yeah, it was a weird strain of bacteria that makes people violently ill
the next time you complain about not being able to watch
other people eat.”
[12:52
PM] Mr. Silver:
"That
video is classified ma'am. One of the participants was a person
of international terror interest."
[12:53
PM] Ms. Rose:
"That
wasn't a chef's hat. It was a turban."
[12:55
PM] Mr. Silver:
(put
Franny's name and address into google...find picture...) "Yeah,
the NSA said she looked like X, with Y and Z. They put up a picture...let me find the article. Something about
full invasive monitoring."
[12:56
PM] Mr. Blue:
"We
received a tip that all the food was halal."
[1:00
PM] Ms. Rose:
"We
apologize. The event was recorded and aired several times, but due to
an intern mistake, it was labeled as 'Slutty Chefs: Part 7'."
[1:00
PM] Mr. Blue:
LOL
[1:02
PM] Mr. Silver:
Hehe
[1:08
PM] Ms. Rose:
HAHAHAHA!
I'm
cheered up now and backing away from the ledge. Thanks, dudes! :D
[9:59
AM] Mr. Blue:
I
think one thing Burton got right that Nolan didn't is the city of
Gotham itself
(Burton’s
“Batman” is on TV)
[9:59
AM] Mr. Silver:
Yes
[10:00
AM] Mr. Blue:
Burton's
is a mishmash of architectural styles and very congested
I
always thought that the best city to use to portray Gotham would be
Montreal, because it has its colonial areas with narrow streets and
old brick/stone buildings, then its high rises, and its mansions on
the outskirts and it's technically even an island.
[10:01
AM] Mr. Silver:
Burton
also seemed to remember that Batman is actually a detective.
But
botched a bit on the "not kill anybody" aspect
[10:01
AM] Mr. Blue:
Yeah
[10:16
AM] Mr. Silver:
Only
reason Batman stays in business is not killing people.
He
probably realized it during his business education.
"No
supply, no demand."
He'd
have to keep moving to different cities when the local villains are
all dead or too terrified to stay.
"He's
the hero the tri-state area deserves..."
(Talking
Head) "A woman dressed as a plant and several cohorts were found
eviscerated
at the Gotham Botanical Gardens. The remains of the so-called
'Poison Ivy' gang are pleading with police for protection but authorities are leery of interfering with Batman."
[3:09
PM] Mr. Brown:
Hey,
Mr. Silver. I told Mr. Blue earlier I may need to buy a new hot
water heater
Reason
being it had a smoky smell last night
But
I figured out it had gotten some leaves in it.
But
I also discovered it is from 1985
So
it's as old as Mr. Blue.
[3:12
PM] Mr. Silver:
That
is my new favorite description of out of date equipment.
[3:13
PM] Mr. Blue:
LOL
"How
old's the computer?" "Oh it's not too too bad...it's about
1/4th of a Blue."
[3:21
PM] Mr. Silver:
"In
the Year of Our Mr. Blue, 31..."
Hehe
I
see Jesus getting irritated
"In
the Year of Our Lord, 18..."
"Shut
up, Levi."
"Did
our Lord hit on Ruth, the weaver's daughter..."
"SHUT
UP,
LEVI!"
"And
He did totally strike out."
"AUGH!!!"
I
wonder when they came up with dating stuff like that. Ugh...
(Looks
it up)
Ah...it
was in the Year of Our Lord, 525
[3:08
PM] Mr. Silver:
Agent: "Windows 10 - too many hands in the soup, you know?"
[3:09
PM] Mr. Blue:
LOL
[3:13
PM] Mr. Silver:
"Campbell's
Split Pea with Hand soup"
[8:12
AM] Mr. Silver:
Ladies
and gentlemen...the funniest product currently at Walmart:
https://i5.walmartimages.com/asr/5864daea-13fc-4d0b-8f34-53855ab7714c_1.bf8ca7414a5cf825c31e756ce5a74256.jpeg
[8:12
AM] Mr. Blue:
Mmm…
Moist dick
[8:13
AM] Mr. Silver:
Not
that I didn't know what it was...but still...
[8:13
AM] Mr. Yellow:
LOL
Nothing
wrong with a bit of spotted dick
[8:17
AM] Mr. Silver:
Nope
I
knew what it was, but it was just funny to read "in American"
Adding
"sponge" was so redundant and extra silly.
"It's
a snack!”
“It's
a venereal treatment product!”
"It's
a snack!”
“It's
a venereal
treatment
product!”
(Smiling
product spokesman steps in) “No, folks! It's BOTH!"
[2:31
PM] Ms. Rose:
OMG
LOL-ing
at Spotted Dick Sponge. (rofl)(rofl)(rofl)
Now
THAT is research I would fund! (y)
[2:45
PM] Mr. Silver:
A
snack food VD treatment?
"Spotted
Dick Sponge! From the makers of New Shimmer!"
[9:50
AM] Ms. Rose:
Oh,
so speaking of mom... She's going to live.
[9:50
AM] Mr. Silver:
Good news.
[9:50
AM] Ms. Rose:
I
stayed with her at the hospital for a few hours last night. But! I
would like for someone to explain how/why the universe is this
"random."
So,
shortly after I get to mom's room, a lovely girl comes in (blonde)
and says, "Hi, I'm Tori. I'm here to do your mom's breathing
treatment."
Fine,
whatever, nice to meet you Tori.
An
hour passes.
New
lovely girl (brunette) comes in. "Hi, I'm Tori. I'm here to
change your mom's fluid bag thingies." (Not a direct quote.)
Okay,
that's a little weird. Two Toris.
Another
hour passes.
A
different(!) blonde lovely girl comes in.
"Hi,
I'm Tori. I'm here to take her temperature and blood pressure."
At
this point, mom and I look at each other, and despite all the drugs
she was on, we both think we're going crazy.
I
spoke up and asked, "THREE nurses named Tori? Really?!"
Tori
3 was like, "Yeah, it's pretty crazy, right? But I swear, we're
all named Tori and we all work the same shift and we're not related."
Mom
has 4 nurses around the clock – Tori, Tori, Tori, and...Amy
[9:53
AM] Mr. Silver:
!
[9:53
AM] Ms. Rose:
I
could not make this sh*t up if I TRIED.
[9:55
AM] Mr. Silver:
[9:00
AM] Mr. Blue:
[9:01
AM] Mr. Silver:
That there is
some 'The Peoples Art', right there
[9:03
AM] Mr. Blue:
No
wiki for it, but it's apparently all Yugoslavian
Commies
love their concrete monstrosities
[9:07
AM] Mr. Silver:
"And
this one is an exact copy - in concrete - of the sniper bullet hole
in the limo window of my beloved ex predecessor."
[9:08
AM] Mr. Blue:
Heh
[9:18
AM] Mr. Brown:
Could
put that sculpture in a movie
Like
it can be an alien gate
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