When the Demortes go slumming

[Ms_Ann]

I usually get the same flight response.

 

[Recidiva]

Scary!

 

[JoanneA]

*places Ms. A on scale* Hmm... you've gained half an ounce. What are you going to do about that?

 

[Recidiva]

And now you've made it weird.

er.

 

[Ms_Ann]

What's next...a blog-a-thon?

 

[JoanneA]

What rhymes with Cadillac?

 

[Ulaven_Demorte]

What rhymes with Cadillac?

Trying to describe Ms_Ann_Bert?

Hypochodriac
Monomaniac
Mythomaniac


Need more?

 

[Ms_Ann]

Yay! Lyin' IUD is here for the evening session...slumming.

 

[JoanneA]

And how are you going to be paying for that?

 

[Ms_Ann]

Nonsense Generator

 

[Ulaven_Demorte]

And how are you going to be paying for that?

With a greenback?
I brought some home from the racetrack in a rucksack.
I had a minor setback after a six-pack..

It was a slovak pyromaniac in a Pontiac.

 

[JoanneA]

I wish I knew what you meant.

 

[Ms_Ann]

Pinocchio is nothing at all?

 

[JoanneA]

I know you're almost trying not to be annoying.

 

[JoanneA]

"I'm mad I can't pee standing up" Ha ha!

 

[Ms_Ann]

The last sentence you saw slips on a banana peel.

 

[JoanneA]

You're not wrong.

 

[Ms_Ann]

The other side tests the thesis that your theorem would unleash.

 

[JoanneA]

That's a fact.