dear lord! that fancy new coffee you bought is awful!
don’t blame me, you made it this mor....dear lord!
wait a minute, fancy new coffee from a pretty ’urn’ shaped container?
that’s the one. perhaps we could give the rest to one of your relatives we don’t like.
one of my relatives!? that’s rich, you stupid bastard! we’re drinking grandma!
the traditional setup
will you love me when i’m old and wrinkled?
the traditional punchline
of course i do dear.
tyler’s actual answer
don’t be retarded you slack mole.
so, how was that jazz cd my cousin gave you?
i say hello to him once at one of your godawful family gettogethers and he thinks i’m his ticket to stardom.
a regular band will usually play music with instruments. whatever the hell your cousin was doing would be best adopted as an "interrogation" method at guantanamo bay.
not as good as he says he is, huh?
hardly. i thought i was listening to a horn and elephant scrotum orgy. naturally, my producer friends loved it.
darling, i was looking over the credit card bills, and i found an unusual charge.
it wasn’t a hooker!
i didn’t say it was...
oh. good! nevermind then.
you hired a hooker?
nah. it’s just porn.
so we still have to have sex?
this place is so dusty.
then maybe you should do some dusting.
i’m not doing dusting. that’s a chick’s job.
a chick’s job?
yeah. hey, where are you going?
to get a broom.
you better start running.
i’m reading an article about birdlife.
i’ve been thinking about terri schiavo.
she’s dead now tyler. just leave her be.
i was just wondering if the orderlies needed to use vaseline on her like they did uma in ’kill bill.’
i would not say such things if i were you.
why not? you can’t hurt me. westley and i are joined by the bonds of love.
what were we talking about?
i’m home, late again. you know how aroused these gun nuts get when they’re talking about their collections. honestly, they should be arrested for public lewdness or maybe, indecent dealings with a firearm.
oh, you’re asleep...on the kitchen table, dead perhaps? hmmm, regular drool patern, still warm, not dead. that’s ok monique, we can play tomorrow.
*uff* time to lay off the donuts girl, we can’t afford an escalator.
if our planet is revolving around the sun plus it’s spinning on it’s axis, doesn’t that mean it’s like a giant tea cup ride like at disney world?
well, aren’t we slowing down during the day then doing a ’whip’ at night time?
i don’t think that astronomy works like that. it’s not a stellar theme park ride.
so then it’s the fact that i’m married to you that’s the reason i wake up screaming?
i was looking for some old photo’s of mine in the garage this morning and i came across a box of your old uni stuff. does "analien: in space no one can hear you ream!" mean anything to you?
why whatever do you mean?
i mean, why do you have a vhs tape of hard core, gay porn amongst your old uni things?
it was a gift from friends, i’ve never actually watched it.
i’m not worried about your sexuality tyler. it’s just that when i saw the title and the signatures of all the cast and the personal message, "to our bestest grease boy ever." i thought to myself, what the hell is a grease boy?
it’s not something i’m ashamed of. while you were sucking off, ah...up to, all those directors to let you work on their films, i was able to pay my university fees upfront. it may not have paid as much as a fluffer but i was working an honest job for honest...
...hard core, gay porn. you haven’t answered my question senator.
no i haven’t, have i.
why is it that you get to hit me but i don’t get to hit you?
because i’m a girl.
remember lorena bobbitt?
take it. it’s not like i enjoy using my penis any more.
and you already sit down to pee.
so, what are you reading about?
wait, feminists are angry? what do they have to be angry about?
female circumcision for one.
i don’t see how anyone with easy access to a pair of breasts can ever be angry.
you’re not helping.
i will be purchasing some bling bling after work today.
do you even know what "bling bling" is?
sure i do.
a fiddy cent ringtone for my cell phone?
you go now.
i had to go into town to, do something, i think. the place is just crawling with... are they the new normal?
relax, there’s going to be a pop culture expo on over the weekend. some people like to express themselves with costume.
you can stop with the cookie monster impressions, it can’t have been that bad.
are you kidding?! the overstretched spandex, the bad wigs, the disfiguring acne.
the well rounded tights, the thigh hugging boots, oh yeah, the...
...deep impression of my forehead in the table, ow!
actually, that worked. thanks, i think.
you realise that you’re one of the biggest fanboys i know.
i am nothing like those people.
you picked a napkin out of the bin because you thought sarah michelle gellar may have used it. fanboy.
as stunning as this repartee is, you’d probably like it at the expo. there will be lots of buffy merchandise to paw through and i’m pretty sure i heard that joss whedon’s signature will be making a special appearance.
peace at last. if he comes back with any of those evangelion dollies however...
that was great! most of those costumed freaks were really nice, i hardly wanted to punch any of them in the face. there were a lot of non-costumed people like me there too, who would have thought?
ah me, how time flies.
i picked up some "crumpleton experiment" and a "phatsville comix." a little, hyperactive young lad even wanted to sell me his love. i got to see jake the muss, very cool. i had no idea "once were warriors" was still so popular, and...
..this one time, at band camp.
anyway, i’m going back tomorrow, you should come too.
i don’t fucking think so.
what are you so happy about? and where did you go last night?
i was bored, so i did what i usually do. i wandered up and down the aisles at the hardware store.
and did it relieve your boredom?
inspiration struck when i found that the plungers were stored next to the super glue.
and in news today,..
shh! this’ll be it.
oh lord no.
if you’re going to read comic books behind there, you could at least turn the newspaper the right way up.
hey? oh, right.
much. what are you reading anyway?
"groovy gravy" surprisingly, it’s not crap.
more in-jokes? when will you learn?
y’know, the average human body contains 5.7 litres of blood.
random fact spouting, this is new. what book did you get this tidbit from pray?
you used the last of the milk.
actually i tipped out what was left of what i replaced the milk with last week.
you are chipper
oh! well, i figured out the solution to a problem that has been bothering me.
what was the solution?
what was the problem?
it’s probably best you don’t ask.
you work in the movie business, right?
yeah, well y’know when you need animals on set, they have to come with trainers or "wranglers?"
if you needed a bunch of roosters for a scene would the trainer be called a, "cock wrangler?"
i don’t know, grease boy, you tell me.
well, i’m going to go to the computer store.
can i fondle your breasts?
fondle your own.
well...i guess they are of a similar size.
you know your friend alex?
the quantum theorist?
that’s the one.
sometimes he’s a really pleasant chap,..
but sometimes he comes across as a power hungry machivalian arse-clown.
you’ve known this quantum theorist longer. which is he?
i’m an emotional rag. the hitchhiker’s guide to the galaxy is released this thursday. i’ve been waiting for this film for so long. my expectations don’t know what to do.
i’m so scared that they’ll be too high, and i’ll be let down by the film, but,..
then i think that i’ll hate it because my expectations are so high,..
but then my expectations to hate it will mean that i’ll be pleasantly surprised when i actually see it,..
so now i’m looking forward to it again,.. so my expectations are high,..
i hear it’s pretty good.
i’m not wearing any pants.
good thing i superglued your ass to that chair then.
ah. so you did. and not just my ass, it appears.
i’m off to the mall! there’s a sale on shoes.
bugger. stupid glue.
if only i were more flexible.
it’s about time you got home! there seems to have been some glue on the table...