Down and out, it can't be helped but there's a lot of it about. With, without. And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about? Out of the way, it's a busy day, I've got things on my mind. For the want of the price of tea and a slice the old man died.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Too Long for Twittering
So, for everybody else who carries their cell phone in their front pocket, do you also get an internal chuckle by saying, "Excuse me, my crotch seems to be ringing. I better answer it." Or is it just me and my sometimes juvenal sense of humor?
There was an opener in an old show called "Doctor, Doctor," with the world's smallest cell phone. The character puts the phone in his pocket and the salesman calls it. The doctor then does a little dance, including putting his tongue out the side of his mouth. Then he stands up. "What happened?"
"I hung up."
The doctor jumps across the exam table and grabs the salesman by the collar, "Call. Me. Again."
2 insightful comments:
From an old Dilbert comic:
Dilbert, "Every so often, I get this vibration feeling over on my hip."
Psychiatrist, "It's called phantom pager syndrome. There's no cure for it."
Dilbert, "I don't want to cure it. I want to relocate it."
Matt, ha!
There was an opener in an old show called "Doctor, Doctor," with the world's smallest cell phone. The character puts the phone in his pocket and the salesman calls it. The doctor then does a little dance, including putting his tongue out the side of his mouth. Then he stands up. "What happened?"
"I hung up."
The doctor jumps across the exam table and grabs the salesman by the collar, "Call. Me. Again."
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