I feel the same way.
I felt this fit… (The part about the naked station and George) But I felt I needed to post the conversation before so you have an idea of what’s going on…
Jerry: Nothin’ much. I slept with Elaine last night.
George: Oxygen! I need some oxygen! This is major.
Jerry: I thought you’d like that.
George: Oh, this is huge!
Jerry: I know.
George: All right, okay. Let’s go, details.
Jerry: No, I can’t do details.
George: You wha?
Jerry: I can’t give details.
George: No details?
Jerry: I’m not in the mood.
George: You ask me to have lunch, tell me you slept with Elaine, and then say you’re not in the mood for details. Now you listen to me. I want details and I want them right now. I don’t have a job, I have no place to go. You’re not in the mood? Well you get in the mood!
Jerry: All right, okay. We’re in the apartment watching TV.
George: Where are you sitting?
Jerry: On the couch.
George: Next to each other?
Jerry: No, separated.
George: Time?
Jerry: About eleven.
George: Okay, go ahead.
Jerry: So she’s flipping around the TV, and she gets to the naked station.
George: Oh, see? that’s why I don’t have cable in my house. Because of that naked station. If I had that in my house, I would never turn it off. I wouldn’t sleep, I wouldn’t eat. Eventually, firemen would have to break through the door, they’d find me sitting there in my pajamas with drool coming down my face. All right, all right. So you’re watching the naked station.
Jerry: And then, somehow, we started talking about, what if we had sex.
George: Boy, these are really bad details.
Jerry: It pains me to say this, but I may be getting to mature for details.
George: Oh I hate to hear this. That kind of growth really irritates me.
Jerry: Well. I’ll tell you though. It was really passionate.
George: Better than before?
Jerry: She must’ve taken some kind of seminar or something.
George: This is all too much. So what are you feeling? What’s going on? Are you like a couple again now?
Jerry: Not exactly.
George: Not exactly. What does that mean?
Jerry: Well, we’ve tried to arrange a situation where we’ll be able to do this once in a while and still be friends. (George laughs hysterically and stands oiut of his seat)
George: Where are you living? Are you here? Are you on this planet? It’s impossible. It can’t be done.
(He sits back down) Thousands of years people have been trying to have their cake and eat it too. So all of a sudden the two of you are going to come along and do it. Where do you get the ego? No one can do it. It can’t be done.
Jerry: I think we’ve worked out a system.
George: Oh, you know what you’re like? You’re like a pathetic gambler. You’re one of those losers in Las Vegas who keeps thinking he’s gonna come up with a way to win at blackjack.
Jerry: No, this is very advanced. We’ve designed at set of rules that we can maintain the friendship by advancing all of the relationship pitfalls.
George: Sure, all right. Tell me the rules.
Jerry: Okay. No calls the next day.
George: (To himself) So you’re havin’ the sex, next day you don’t have to call. That’s pretty good. (Back to Jerry) Go ahead.
Jerry: You ready for the second one?
George: I have tell you, I’m pretty impressed with the first one.
Jerry: Spending the night. Optional.
George: No, you see? You got greedy.
Jerry: No, that’s the rule. It’s optional.
George: I know less about women than anyone in the world. But one thing I do know is they’re not happy if you don’t spend the night. I could be a hot, sweaty room with no air conditioning and all they have is a little army cot this wide (Displays with French fry) You’re not going anywhere.
Jerry: I think you’re wrong.
George: I hope I am.
Ok, so I got a little carried away and way off topic, but I lvoe Seinfeld, what can I do…
I dunno what the hell that had to do with anything but I could read Seinfeld quotes forever when I’m drunk.
George: Oh, see? that’s why I don’t have cable in my house. Because of that naked station. If I had that in my house, I would never turn it off. I wouldn’t sleep, I wouldn’t eat. Eventually, firemen would have to break through the door, they’d find me sitting there in my pajamas with drool coming down my face. All right, all right. So you’re watching the naked station.
That’s all I was going to post originally, then I got carried away.
I was trying to make the reference that I would be staring at Neck’s avatar and wouldn’t be able to leave… I thought about that episode when I was typing the first post.
sweet, you’ll be getting the first one!
in terms of taste/cost-efficiency, nothing beats 30 'Stones. I don’t care what anyone says!!
got some Seagram’s extra dry adn Schweppes tonic water…thingks are going goood.
it’s official.
i am drunk.
suprised i wsa able to loggon to the intrraweberatorness.
yes.
yes.
sock it to me!
I can’t decide which is freaking me out more.
um … neck
boobs=good
clowns wanting to jerk me=bad
then again what do i know…, im gonna go smoke a blunt
Is there anything more beautiful than a beautiful, beautiful flamingo, flying across in front of a beautiful sunset? And he’s carrying a beautiful rose in his beak, and also he’s carrying a very beautiful painting with his feet. And also, you’re drunk.
hICCUP… Done with work for about an hour and the bottle of cabo wabo is 1 marg away from being gone…I Love Sundays
yikes, that clown is totally gonna give me nightmares, thanks alot, asshole.
^
oddly enough, that movie shares the name of a Phish festival.
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Pennywise is a pretty weird name, though.
:o
damn those tits are addicting :o
The prince of Bathesba scurried up a scared scarecrow only to plunge silently into the abyssal plain awaiting him below; bellowing below the bespeckled beret burped bullets into his corpse: a-rat-a-tat-tat-ta;, a tar, a rat, a trap; a part, a tarp, and a carp…a car part, a car tarp, a prat car; a practical, a particle; a part lice tarp car pra;, car rat tar ice tract pal!!!
and next time, i’ll give you more fanservice! dan, texan mite, lil visage, owe yo rome vice frames.
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and next time, more fan service! text me, dan, foam mare vices!
i can smell come and detergent on my dry, dry hands. i scan Mel, calm dean gents stir money ready rid yo sand. heaven is a haven for having a heathen hearse. proto promises pomegranates for polyamorous prostitutes. a an and any ankle andalusia anthrocite anthropomorphism
Lilly licked a libation from Leon’s lesser ligaments. Sally sold soap at Sarah’s sudden seizure. fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck goose!
and next time, more fan service! ban hex time, moar pan Gervais!
yesterday i woke up sucking on a lemon. stray dye i know pucker no ale lmnop.
truer words were never spoken. lesser words were never written. greater words were never shouted. equivalent words were never thought.
Gary’s got great gas to grant gagging. Harry’s hot hand has to haunt haggis.
goodnight sweet prince. dog hind, tweets scooner.
4+8+15+16+23+42=108
chew on that
hey guys. sup/?