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Hey you. Merry something or other.
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Hey you. Merry something or other.
Today I went to the dentist for a general check-up. The assistant that cleans the teeth said what seemed like the creepiest thing in the world. Imagine yourself in the dentist chair, staring up at a pale movable light, with a masked portly woman with short cropped brown hair and nervous hands wielding those sharp scraping tools, saying to you: “Wow, you have really beautiful teeth.” Granted, it’s a compliment, but it sure was creepy. I mumbled a “thmph hpew.”
Anyway, so the results of the check-up were abysmal. I have three cavities. yeah. My dental hygiene seems like I’ve spent the past year sucking face with a giant sugar cube. ::sighs::
When K came up to hang out last week, mags and I started a new game. We took turns naming as many commercial products we could think of whose branding power was so powerful that the brand name replaced the generic name of the item. Get it? Just keep reading;you’ll catch on. To Mag’s credit, the game/contest was originally her idea.. she had thought of a whole bunch in the past but just could not remember it under pressure. = ) And K had a couple of good ones, too. So, here’s the list we came up with:
update: Send em in if you remember more or can think of other ones.
link with no explanation.
First there was unmarked police cars. Incognito ones without the top lights (but still has the markings on the side). Then came completely disguised cars, whose only indicator was the flashing light behind the windshield that you’d see only too late. Well, the next generation of crime fighters is here, apparently.
The other night, I saw a taxi cab pull over a Ford Taurus. That’s right, NYPD have converted taxi cabs. Looks like a regular taxi, light on top, yellow, flag on the antennae. Except it’s loaded with 400 pounds of law enforcing might. (let’s see, that would be 180lbs for each cop, 20lbs of armory, and another 20lbs of computer equipment.). ::sighs:: back to studying.
With encouragement from a friend (actually, more like unabashed laughing), I have declared a moratorium on all contemporary slang. I think I’m clever enough to come up with my own system of original catchy slang, which I’m sure other people will emulate and borrow. So, until I compose all this new [selfishcrab]-slang, no more regular common-person slang. I’m special, dammit.
Because I abhor trite questions and having the same conversations over and over again, I am broadcasting the following information:
Possible responses:
Lucky you! Done so early!. uhh. not really so lucky, asswipe. It also means I have less time to study for everything.
I love you.
“Are you OK? ….Are you going to throw up?”
I would like to thank [name removed] for popping my Helping-A-Drunk-Person cherry. Couldn’t have done it without you. Although, I could have done it without all the vomit on my floor and sheets. I should have taken pictures, so I could cherish this moment forever and ever. It’s alright, I’m sure the smell will last for a long time. ah me.