Poor guy, sometimes I’m like the damned paparazzi.
The pair of us are still on a Radiohead kick, listening at all hours of the day, discussing, dancing (mostly me), etcetera, etcetera.
But that’s not what this post is about. These are random little ditties said and heard in these parts, all of which made us laugh. They might make you laugh, too. Then again, they might offend or confound, but whatever. This is my blog, and I post as I see fit.
“It’s G-Tooth, bitches!”
“Which one of those dudes looks Scandinavian to you?”
“Every developer gets excited about blue balls.”
“Yadda, yadda, yadda, everything is okay on my jean pant now.”
“Why would you buy pork blood?”
“That was NOT chocolate.”
“That’s a fatiguer talking.”
“Yeah, I want a giant Sasquatch stick in my mouth.”
“It’s a good thing I wasn’t wearing flip-flops.”
“You know that every beer bubble turns into a piece of fat.”
“It’s like Mick Jagger writing jingles.”
“I wouldn’t call it obsession. I’d call it love.”