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The Places We’ll Say, the People We’ll Do…

Racial Fignorance

Sometimes the thing that slips out when somebody is talking just makes me laugh. Even though if that same thing could be said on public radio and cause an uproar…


Jorge: I am trying to figure out how to incorportate Little J into my Hallowe’en costume.
Dave: Yeah?
Jorge: I’m thinking I will be Indiana Jones and I can put a baseball cap on her and she can be Short Round from Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom.
Dave: Cool.
Jorge: Fifty dollar bill! Fifty dollar bill! Oh wait, that’s not from Indy. It’s from The Goonies.
Dave: Haha. Yeah. That’s true.
Jorge: I wonder where that guy is now? What other movies has he made?
Dave: Wasn’t he one of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?
Jorge: No. That was Ernie Reyes Junior.
Dave: Really? Aren’t all chinese people the same guy?


Please direct all outrage towards this site.

🙂



WTF?!?

There have been some entertaining hits from search engines to my blog. For the life of me, I can’t figure out how these are actually valid.

Of course, after typing this article, they will cause even more hits for the same things.

Ah well…

  • lots of recycling bins
  • freaky boys
  • rubber panties
  • truck drivers nuts
  • weed and crashes


Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore…

You’re the Meaning in My Life…

…You’re the Aspiration…

Little J is under the weather. With a nose full of goobers, it’s tough to breathe, so crankiness is abound!

Slava Bogu for the nasal aspirator. You know the thing. A little mini turkey baster thingy, used to pluck mucus from the nostrils of babes.

Well, Dave and I spoke on this today.


Jorge: Little J is sick. Stuffed up nose.
Dave: Awwwww!
J: Trying to help clear the area up with the aspirator.
D: Ah! Suck it right out eh?
J: Yeah. It’s pretty handy.
D: Man, why don’t we have that?
J: What? A grown up version?
D: Exactly.
J: I don’t know. It’s an idea.
D: You can shoot it out after right?
J: Definitely.
D: Cool.


This is why we are not in charge of purchasing things for hospitals.

Inappropriately Lost

Inappropriately Stated

On a regular basis, I go for lunch with Shatton. We usually go to the food court located in his building to a place called Manchu Wok.

Shatton came up with the verb Manchu-wokking to describe this activity.

As always, with the good and the funnay, I shared this info with Mrs. J.

Last night, we were talking about our plans for today. She wanted to use this magical verb, but ended up leaving out a section of the root word, creating a completely different word…


Mrs. J: So tomorrow I’m going to check out Sears.
Jorge: Sure.
Mrs. J: And for lunch, you’ll be…[Trails off.]
Jorge: I’ll be what?
Mrs. J: I was going to say that you’ll be Manchu-ing with Shatton.
Jorge: That just sounds wrong.
[They both laugh.]



Lost and Found

I posted an article about Lost a while ago. You can read that post here.

How do people feel about this show now?

I remember at the beginning when I would salivate at the mere mention of the word Lost.

Now I don’t care about it at all. I watch it for the sake of seeing how they’re going to rescue the show rather than the folks on the island.

Thoughts?

Da, Tovarisch

Dialogue-y

Dave sent out a link to our local e-mail group talking about how J.J. Abrams will be directing an adaptation of The Dark Tower in the near future…


Jorge: Think about it. Sam Elliot as Roland.
Dave: I don’t know, mano. I think the actor would have to be someone unknown.
J: Come on*. Sam Elliot.
D: Um…No.
J: Well, in either case, Sam is in Ghost Rider which comes out this weekend.
D: Oh yeah! Hmmmm….
J: I think Sam might be the original Gorst** Rider. It’s in the trailer. He’s on horseback.
D: Gorst Rider, eh?
J: Sorry, I meant Borscht Rider.
D: Hahaha.
J: [With Russian Accent.] Loook at mi. I am a big Russian man ridingk around on a donkey geevingk out fud!
D: Do you have any powers? No?
J: [Still with the Russian Accent.] No. I hef no powers. But I hef a bakhpakh weeth an unlimitet supplye ov beets and sour cream.
D: Bloggit***.



* – See this for a deeper look into this convincing style of debate.
** – I made a boo boo when talking.
*** – No people from Russia were hurt during the making of this blog article. In actual fact, I studied Russian in university, and have always liked the language.

Say What?

Double Take

I love misheard lyrics.

Always an endless source of entertainment, it always makes me smile when I hear someone singing a strange version of a song that I know well.

I also find it funny when I do this myself, finding out later that I was an embarassment to musicians everywhere.

One of my all-time favourite misheard lyrics is…


Excuse me, while I kiss this guy…


This is, of course, from the song Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix. The original line is…


Excuse me, while I kiss the sky…



Double Take Two

I don’t listen to the radio very often, so I’m not really up on what’s hip.

I heard a song recently by the Pussycat Dolls on the radio where I thought I heard…


Don’t you wish your girlfriend was raw like meat…


I laughed and laughed.

What sorts of misheard lyrics have you been guilty of singing?