HE: ‘Hamburger sandwich,” indeed.
ME: Look at you, all mad at Ayn Rand. About hamburgers.
HE: “Hamburger sandwich,” indeed.
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FEMALE FRIEND 1: See, I don’t have a lot of …….uhm ….. (motioning to herself) … uhm …….
FRIEND 2: Clothes?
FRIEND 3: Outfits?
MB: Put-ey on-eys?
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HE (admiring the cuffs on his shirt): Wow! The stitching on these is really nice!
ME: (Silent, agog.)
HE: Annnd this is where you’re thinking, “I just love my big gay husband.”
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HE: Wow. They’re pretty busy for a Monday.
ME: You mean Thursday?
HE: Whatever.
ME: You’re so pretty.
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ME (alarmed): What’s that outfit??
HE: I call it binge-wear.
ME: I seee …….
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Text from a friend:
I’d like to smack someone in this company and I’m not particular about who it is either.
They’re pretty busy for a Monday.
You mean Thursday?
hahahaha that reminds me of the second scene in my script!
He: “I hate Mondays.”
She: “Well, lucky for you it’s Tuesday.”
Aaaaand scene.
Hamburger sandwiches?
A Hamburger needs no title of sandwich to attain the highest level of hamburgerishness one hamburger could attain.
Other sandwiches are jealous of Hamburger, and hope to simply ride Hamburger’s… buns– well, coattails or buns– because they are fearful cowards who won’t risk standing on their own plates and thinking for themselves.
For shame, sandwiches!
A true Hamburger is rare, running with the red blood of a true American!
(((Who is Ray Kroc?)))
“Noooo, you stupid, stupid man! You’re supposed to present us with a big juicy hamburger sammich with a french-fried potatoes garnish, like in the movie! WHAT IS HAPPENING TO THIS FAMILY???”
— Tom Servo, MST3K, episode I Accuse My Parents
Yeah, sound at link. And I probably don’t have the quote right.
Oh crap I messed up the close tag. GAHHHHHHHHH.
sheila — HA! Yes, I remember that exchange!
It’s one of our “things” that if one of us says something stupid that basically stops conversation, we say, “You’re so pretty.”
roo — Hahahahahahaha.
NF — I don’t know how to fix that. I went and looked and all the (>/<) skeered me.
Text from a friend:
I’d like to smack someone in this company and I’m not particular about who it is either.
This person must work for the same company that I do.