aargh! dear lord! the pain!
the fan tore my face off!
my god! how?
i put my head in it.
it seemed like a good idea at the time.
of course dear. would you like me to call for an ambulance?
if it’s not too much trouble.
cheat! no eye gouging!
i need to borrow $5 for a lottery ticket.
*sigh* okay, but on one condition. if you win, you have to take me on a sailing trip around the world.
stuck on a boat for months at a time with only you for company?
thank god the odds are 8 million to one.
woohoo! touch down!
quiet, pea brain.
don’t interrupt me during the big game!!...woman...
what big game? there’s no football on tonight...
you idiot, that’s netball.
what?! but...ohh, so the ga jersey doesn’t stand for great arse?
excuse me horse, do you speak?
i thought not.
i kill me.
who the hell are you talking to?
pxe-e61 error! what the fuck is a pxe-e61 error?!
i believe that’s the message you receive when your bios is set to boot to a lan.
how...? whatever. ok, that’s fixed.
right, just reboot the computer and everything should be back to normal.
i can’t believe i’m taking advice on computers from ... pxe-mof error?!
a pxe-mof error? ooo, i’m just going down the pub for an hour ... or seven.
i don’t hear anything.
in your kitchen? doubtful.
it says here that rex hunt was bashed and left for dead an a street in byron bay.
maybe he got caught kissing someone else’s fish.
dog breeding supports keeping bloodlines pure. making sure that there’s daschunds and terriers and bassett hounds?
and this is considered normal?
but when hitler does it, it’s bad?
i gotta get out
talk about a ’german’ shepherd
what the hell did you just spray on my hand?!
just a special formula that detects if the wearer is about to partake of any crudely disguised libation.
gah! you sprayed girly deodorant on my drinking hand! i cannot drink again!
just kill me now!
you could just change hands, doofus.
tyler? are you in there? let me in!!
and negate all my hard work grinding the teeth off your house keys? no, i don’t think so.
tyler! your new dog shat in my best shoes ... again!
you little bastard! once more dog and i’ll sell you to the butcher!
puppies will be puppies, monique.
where’d you get the money for new earrings? i thought you were broke.
i’m really very thrifty tyler, didn’t you know?
if i was to ask you how many aardvark skins it would take to cover our house, what would be your answer?
do you foresee this to be a question you’re likely to pose?
then, in all honesty tyler, i’d have to say i didn’t know.
i’d have to say "i didn’t know" too. hooray for science!
hello, pet superstore? i was just wondering if you gave partial refunds on partial returns?
if only he spent this much time and energy to become a cunning linguist.
do you remember when comic strips weren’t just a bunch of talking heads?
do you remember anything before this week?
i have a lot of damage from alcohol misuse.
that was quite the thunderstorm we had last night.
yeah, sure was. i wasn’t imagining the raining of toads was i?
frogs, i’ll think you’ll find they were.
ah, what do you suppose that was all about?
i’m sure it’s nothing.
it didn’t seem a bit wierd to you?
nah, it’s just one of those rarely occurring, natural phenomena.
righty-o ... how’s that cup of blood you’ve got there.
wow! those riots in france are getting pretty vicious.
i’ll bet the germans are having second thoughts now. ho ho ho.
you know, that joke stopped being funny about 40 years ago.
bah, that joke never stops being funny.
i heard to conceal their identities they were wearing blue and white stripped balaclavas.
i’ve decided my life needs a voice-over.
you want a voice-over?
yeah, like they had in old detective serials, something like...
’trouble’ was tyler’s middle name and just like that hooker’s face, he kept coming across it.
i’m judging you.
you’re just jealous.
i went to the mall for lunch today and was stunned by the sheer number of pregnant teenagers.
ah yes, only the stupid people are breeding. harvey danger knew the score.
nevermind. perhaps the government should be handing out free televisions instead of cash incentives for recklessly increasing the national moron quotient.
remind me to slap your mother. besides, i don’t think it would take the kids long to figure out they could do it doggie-style so they could both watch x-files.
you listen to the bloodhound gang but don’t know who harvey danger is?
so ... you wanna’ do it like they do on the discovery channel?
foxtrot uniform charlie kilo oscar foxtrot foxtrot.
they say that
time together you
end up finishing
i constantly feel like i’m in the middle of a sentence.
happy thoughts. long and thick, happy thoughts.
tyler, i’m... jesus h! so much blood! are you ok? what the hell happened?!
nothing to be alarmed about. i’ll be fine.
i got sick of looking at your mother’s false teeth embedded in the bathroom windowsill so i tried to pry them off with a screwdriver. i slipped and cut myself ... off.
that’s no small injury tyler ... so to speak, you should seek medical attention.
i can regrow my own penis thank you very much!
fine, have it your way. so, no wieners for dinner then?
ha. ha ... ow!
you know how if you have rainforest in your back garden you have pixies at the bottom of it?
yes,... if you’re six.
well we have a sand garden.
i think you should turn to the east and meet our new neighbour
you know what your problem is?
oh, everyone wants to hear that as a prelude to constructive critisism.
you’re not submissive enough?
oh, i’m sorry. is this better?
mmmm. much better.
what do we say?
i’ve become a supporter of the ’intelligent design’ theory.
the notion that evolution of the species was guided by a greater intelligence? i thought you hated that stuff.
well, it doesn’t actually specify ’god’ as being the designer.
and so i’m proposing myself as the ’greater intelligence’.
*sigh* and this has never been mentioned before because,...?
i work in,...
i think you’re forgetting what the ’i’ in ’i.d’ stands for.
when i was in highschool, my boyfriends would always smother me with gifts to show how much they loved me.
did they smother you with their love too?
university was the same, my boyfriends would lavish me with expensive dinners and outings, although the smothering usually only involved whipped cream.
alright! i get the hint. you’re feeling unloved and want some expensive smothering. i’ll be back.
just out of curiosity, where might my exorbitantly priced gift be coming from?
oh my god!! you know that boat trip we’re taking if i win the lottery?
pack your bikini
i love you, tyler
i love you, kylie
i love you, monique
fuck you, my darling!