Joe: Sorbital for some reason screws up my system. Nothing else does.
Rich: Not meth, not cocaine...
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Ready to leave
Rich: I want to see some Joe on Joe action.
Joe: Jen, call us an Uber.
Rich: Joe, you don't CALL and uber. You order one.
Joe: Clearly you're too old for this.
Joe: Jen, call us an Uber.
Rich: Joe, you don't CALL and uber. You order one.
Joe: Clearly you're too old for this.
Monday, January 30, 2017
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Relocation
Dave: Jen, they're trying to run me off. And so far it's working. Soon, they're going to say, "Houston, you have a problem: Dave's coming home."
Monday, January 23, 2017
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
The Oops Child
Pat: We weren't supposed to get pregnant while I was on radiation. Just think how intense Summer would be if I had been at full strength. The world owes me a thank you.
Sunday, January 8, 2017
Monday, December 26, 2016
Another one bites the dust
Andrea: Have you heard about 2016's latest death?
Jeny: George Michael?
Andrea: No. My sandwich board sign.
Jeny: George Michael?
Andrea: No. My sandwich board sign.
Thursday, December 22, 2016
Playing nice
Tim: But I didn't put my bike on the rack today.
Patrick: You never do. Because you're not a cooperator.
The Longhonk
Patrick: It's the action of providing negative stimulus until the situation is resolved and the desired outcome is achieved.
More texting from Jeny & Zana
Chance: When I move to my cabin, perched high on the side of an Alaskan fjord, promise me you'll collect your texts twice a year, print them, and send them to me by salmon trawler. In return, I will have you to a hermit hootenanny. By moonlight.
Friday, December 9, 2016
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