firespeaker.org

me, holding a can of Mountain Dew: "You know what would probably be good? This and orange juice."

Derek: "I donno man...."

me: "I mean it's green and orange—how can you go wrong with… oh, wait."

"But how will you know how to drive drunk unless you practice?"

Jonathan: "Maybe they just think that */p/ turned to /b/ in Germanic. But it only went half way."

Derek: "Yeah, that's how they got þorn."

Derek: [ftktp]!

Jonathan: "What's that?"

Derek: "Probably Berber."

me: yeah. I'ma work on my thesis 'til then I guess. gaah

Michael: yes. i told don the other day that i stopped pronouncing it as "thesis" .. or at least in the way suggested by spelling and my prior knowledge of the word

instead i just replace it with a random expletive

anyway. back to the $&#*

on phone:

"What do you want me to get you in Montana? A cowboy? I need to get me one of those too."

Annex door creaks

Derek & Jonathan, in unison: "Ghosts!"

Derek: "Truth by concensus!"

Jonathan: "I was just trying to figure out what comes between 4 and 6, and couldn't figure it out for a second."

Joyce: "A bus ride home..."

"Hah. You break matzah like a goy."