The Sancho And Juicehead666 Random Chat Thread!

You should use your Oxford English to look that up.

 

Oh, and if firefly tells you I told him that you were spreading lies about me being serious, ever and were a rat bastard for doing so......he's lying.

'Cos he's a rat bastard.


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"simultaneous" is close enough -- they were a minute apart. And I spelled the word correctly. Apparently you're only good at math.

 

`Simultaneous` means `at the same time.`

Ergo.

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Love that word. It's like `Per se.` No one knows what it really means, but they know the meaning. Funny old language, English.

 

*tap**tap**tap*

 

WTF?!!

 

I KNOW that. :bonk:

 

Well, it's not `close enough` then, is it?

 

`rat bastard`

Love that turn of phrase, and I don't know why. :wink:

 

[Cordelia has been bemoaning her miserable life.]
Doyle: Well, I don't know if I can help with the acting, but about the apartment?
Cordelia: What?
Doyle: If you ever wanna, you know, spend one night away from the place? Maybe give me a call.
Cordelia: Well, stranger things have happened. No, wait—they really haven't. [Cordelia leaves and Doyle sits down in Angel's office.]
Doyle: She's really something, isn't she? It's like wrestling a tiger just to get to know her. Tell me stuff.
Angel: What stuff?
Doyle: About Cordelia.
Angel: Well, I... I know she can't type or file. Until today I had some hope regarding the phone.
Doyle: Who's Aura?
Angel: I think she's one of Cordelia's group. People called them the Cordettes. Bunch of girls from wealthy families. They ruled the high school, decided what was in, who was popular. It was like the Soviet Secret Police, if they cared a lot about shoes.

 

Cordy and Doyle; awwww.

 

The Texas Police and the New York Lawyer

A lawyer runs a stop sign and gets pulled over by a sheriff's deputy. He thinks that he is smarter than the deputy because he is a lawyer from New York and is certain that he has a better education then any cop from Houston , TX . He decides to prove this to himself and have some fun at the Texas deputy's expense.
The deputy says, 'License and registration, please.'
'What for?' says the lawyer.
The deputy says, 'You didn't come to a complete stop at the stop sign.'
Then the lawyer says, 'I slowed down, and no one was coming.'
'You still didn't come to a complete stop, Says the deputy. License and registration, please.'
The lawyer says, 'What's the difference?'
'The difference is you have to come to complete stop, that's the law. License and registration, please!' the Deputy repeats.
Lawyer says, 'If you can show me the legal difference between slow down and stop, I'll give you my license and registration; and you give me the ticket. If not, you let me go and don't give me the ticket. '
'That sounds fair. Please exit your vehicle, sir,' the deputy says.
At this point, the deputy takes out his nightstick and starts beating the daylights out of the lawyer and says, 'Do you want me to stop, or just slow down?'

 

Y'all. :wink:

 

OK. Time for bed. See y'all later today.

 

TOM: There’s six black cocks and a little white kitten sitting on the side of the road. How many beaks have they got between them?
SOAP: Six.
TOM: How many wings have they got between them?
SOAP: Twelve.
TOM: How many feet?
SOAP: Er, well, twelve. No, sixteen.
TOM: That’s right. So how many whiskers has the little white kitten got?
SOAP: How the fuck should I know?
TOM: How come you know so much about black cocks and so little about white pussy?

 

Wait, read my joke.

And `all`, bitch.

It's just me.

 

Holy shit, did I win Last Word?

Ossum.

 

I'd like to hear Cordy deliver that punch line.

OK. I'm off!

 

Laters, dude.