Pelvic Thrust, or, Erotic Hamsters

Red: Wootoff!

Me: rrr000ff.
Me: I wonder how much the woot.com copywriter gets paid to write snarky posts about the products they sell.


Red: I have always wondered that. I mean that seems like an awesome job.


Me: Like I'd do it on a daily freelance basis... write up some snarky shit before bed.


Red: Yeah, in the right mood that shit would just flow out.


Me: ...You're talking about words and writing, right? (...and not feces...)


Red: ...
Red: ...
Red: Maybe.


Me: ...
Me: Ain't that some shit?


Red: Great. Now I have "Fuck You" stuck in my head.


Me: Now that IS some shit.
Me: I've had shitty pop music stuck in my head. If I got FU stuck in my head instead, I'd be happy. I DON'T want to hear partyrockfergaliciousdynamite arrrrgh...


Red: Ooh I do!


Me: Good. Can we switch? Think about the hamsters dancing.


Red: Eh?


Me: Party Rock -- KIA commercial -- hamsters dancing and just wanting us to have a good time. Just keep picturing that in your head and the song will stick there.


Red: Oooh yeah. Well, that's weird. I always end up looking at their awkward thrusting crotches.


Me: ...
Me: So this is getting blogged somehow.

Red: Hahaha... it's just so organic. Unlike hamsters who, uh, drive cars, and wear jackets BUT NOT PANTS.

Me: "Duck Tales" was secretly fowl porn.

Appropriate Usage of "Pause" in Slang With The Older Generation

The Madd Genius and his dad texting about New York Knicks' rookie Iman Shumpert...

Dadd: "That rookie is fast and long."

Madd: "Pause."

Dadd: "Huh?"

Madd: "...yeah he's good Dad."