Me: Where’s my Tiny Tim ties? I want to wear one at the jazz concert.
She: I don’t want you wearing a dead man’s ties. It’s creepy.
Him yelling out window: “YOUR PRESENTATION HAS BECOME TIRESOME!”
Me: “Who are you talking to?”
Him: “The red squirrel.”
Him, trying to read hand-lettered beer sign: “What is a Pi-blblblblblb-aaaaah?”
Me: “Actually, I think it says ‘Pisgah’.”
Him: “AH. Sloppy ‘g’.”
Me: “HEY! That’s my new rap name! Sloppy G! Sloppy G gittin MESSY wit it!”
HA!
Him yelling out window: “YOUR PRESENTATION HAS BECOME TIRESOME!”
Me: “Who are you talking to?”
Him: “The red squirrel.”
in the bar
Him, trying to read hand-lettered beer sign: “What is a Pi-blblblblblb-aaaaah?”
Me: “Actually, I think it says ‘Pisgah’.”
Him: “AH. Sloppy ‘g’.”
Me: “HEY! That’s my new rap name! Sloppy G! Sloppy G gittin MESSY wit it!”