Archive for 2009

Ac­tu­al­ly, I’m More of a Cy­lon

Email: Let’s wel­come Joe Smith to the com­pa­ny. He will re­port to Bill Scott.
Copy­writer #1: I find it dis­tress­ing when I don’t rec­og­nize the names of the su­per­vi­sors. Are you sure Mr. Scott is­n’t re­al­ly a ro­bot?
Copy­writer #2: Mr. Scott has been with this or­ga­ni­za­tion for at least three years. He is not a robot…or if he is, they did a damn good job mak­ing him look hu­man.
Copy­writer #3: Sounds like some­thing a fem­bot would say.

Wausau, Wis­con­sin

Mean­while, Rome Burned.

New girl: I’m go­ing down­stairs for a smoke be­fore we start check­ing over. Do you want to come?
Su­per­vi­sor: No thanks, I just think I’ll sit here and fiddle…not with my­self!
New girl: What­ev­er you want to do in your own time.
Su­per­vi­sor: Hur-hur, yeah, I just sit here and fid­dle with my­self to un­wind. (lat­er, re­al­is­ing new girl has left) Fid­dle.

Chiswick Park

Over­heard by: chok­ing on a coke

We Sus­pect the Cheesy Part Is Right

Him: You take crois­sant dough, roll it out, fill it with fa­ji­ta meat, onions, pep­pers… Cov­er it with cheese, roll it up them, and put more cheese on it.
Her: That’s called a “strom­boli.“
Him: No it’s not. It’s a Bradley spe­cial. It’s what I al­ways give out on the third date.

San An­to­nio, Texas