(as Wes stretches after getting off his motorcycle)
Wes: Argh…I’m saddle sore from fucking horses.
(as Wes stretches after getting off his motorcycle)
Wes: Argh…I’m saddle sore from fucking horses.
alex: does anyone here claim to know eudora well?
steve hock: i could claim it, but then i’d be a liar as well as a eudora expert.
*bored at work, singing garth brooks*
alex: “troubles I forgot ’em, I buried ’em in the sand. So bring me two pina coladas…”
*pause*
alex: line?
tobin: “heeeeey macarena!”
alex: We need an office skateboard here like we had at IC.
tobin: Dude, this is the Institute for Theoretical Physics… we need an office hoverboard!
(As we view Wes from the car behind, he takes the opportunity to meticulously adjust his leather jacket while at a stop light on his motorcycle)
Sean (in flighty Wes voice): Oh my, does this jacket make my ass look big?
bored at work, alex sings the mickey mouse club song hoping for backup from sean
alex: M I C…
sean: r o p h o n e?
alex: K E Y…
sean: m a s t e r?
alex: M O U S E!
sean: e r c i s e!
while on a work-out kick
alex: I’m going to go get the weights out of the shed in back.
stevem: Why, is it getting too heavy?
sean:… then a snail spoke to me in latin. then i wet myself. then the story ended. did the snail speak to you too
alex: he’s speaking to me right now. he says you were a good lay.
tobin: wow, he really puts the “go” in escargot!
ive got 4 or 5 girls that want to play. the only stipulation is that they are to be referred to as my harem.
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