 do you think i could be a successful pole dancer?what? that’s ridiculous,.. you’re not polish  | i meant a table top dancer.hey!  | people have to eat off there. don’t even joke about a thing like that.it’s going to be hard to dance around a pole that’s wrapped around your pointy little head.i recognise this song. |
*sigh*what’s up?somebody quayed my car.  | what’s the problem? that sort of stuff will just buff right out. you’ve got the stuff in your garage.  | they didn’t ’key’ my car, they dropped it in the bay.  |
| did you hear that jamie wrote his wife’s name in the sky for their anniversary?big deal! i’ve done that for you before. | i said ’sky’,.. not ’snow’. | same thing. they’re both very elemental.i still get dirty looks when i go to that indoor ski slope. |
| ,..well, you’re a festering boil on the arse of humanity,.. database addressing error,.. | okay jon, i won’t eat the lasangathat’s a good cat  | munch munch munchoh, i hate mondays |
| arrr, me land lubbin’ wench. though a fine one it be, what be you doin’ buyin’ fer ye’self a new car?*sigh* | my boss thought it would be a good idea to park his disgustingly large humvee on top of my astra. after i returned his testicles, he hired a new mercedes r-class for me to drive whilst he has my car repaired.arrrrrr! | oh, i see, very clever dear.r341i53 /\/\y 1337 c0mic 5ki11z! |
my boss said he wanted to lick my anus.what?!! | he’d better have been joking!oh, yes,.. | he said it was all tongue in cheek.what!!?? |
| *burp*woah, must be my nuts coming up. | cashews, i had some cashews earlier. filthy girl.uh-huh. | there’s a joke somewhere in there about your balls having never dropped but to be quite honest, i couldn’t be stuffed.rude. |