random IM w/the hubs

Me: lub ewe
J : EEwwwe..!
J : (some sort of floaty heart icony thing)
J : ok, so what about me..?
Me : You are my little Love Lamb. All trussed up for sweet, minty love.
J : eek

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25 thoughts on “random IM w/the hubs

      1. Excuse me miss…I speak jive

        Jiveman1: Sheeeet, man, that honkey mus’ be messin’ my old lady
        got to be runnin’ col’ upsihd down his head!
        Subtitle: GOLLY, THAT WHITE FELLOW SHOULD STAY AWAY FROM MY WIFE
        OR I WILL PUNCH HIM.
        Jiveman2: Hey Holm, I can dig it! You know he ain’t gonna lay no
        mo’ big rap upon you man!
        Subtitle: YES, HE IS WRONG FOR DOING THAT.
        Jiveman1: I say hey sky, s’other say I won say I pray to J I get
        the same ol’ same ol.
        Subtitle: I KNEW A MAN IN A SIMILAR PREDICAMENT, AND HE ENDED UP
        BEING SORRY.
        Jiveman2: Knock yourself a pro slick. Gray matter back got
        perform’ us’ down I take TCBin, man’.
        Subtitle: DON’T BE NAIVE ARTHUR. EACH OF US FACES A CLEAR MORAL
        CHOICE.
        Jiveman1: You know wha’ they say: See a broad to get that bodiac
        lay’er down an’ smack ’em yack ’em.
        Subtitle: EARLY TO BED, EARLY TO RISE, MAKES A MAN HEALTHY,
        WEALTHY AND WISE.
        Together: Col’ got to be! Yo!
        Subtitle: HOW TRUE!
        Together: Sheeeeeeet!
        Subtitle: GOLLY.

        and also…http://rinkworks.com/dialect/

        jive is one of the options.

      2. Jiveman #1: Bet babe, slide a piece a da porter, drink si’ run th’ java.
        (I would like the steak please. )

        Jiveman #2: Lookie here, I can dig grease and butter on some draggin’ fruit garden.
        (I’ll have the fish.)

        Barbara fucking Billingsley. You go, hon.

      3. *snicker*

        Those scenes (along with the “looks like I picked the wrong week to give up drinking/sniffing glue/methamphetines/etc”) are just classic.

      4. This? Why, I can make a hat or a brooch or a pterodactyl…

        Johnny was fabulous, too.

        Steve McCroskey: This fog is getting thicker.
        Johnny: And Leon is getting laaaaarrrrrger.

        Reporter: What kind of plane is it?
        Johnny: Oh, it’s a big pretty white plane with a red stripes, curtains at the windows, wheels, and it just looks like a big Tylenol.

      5. The tower, the tower! Rapunzel, Rapunzel!

        Don’t forget the mwahahahaha. 🙂

        Rex Kramer: Passengers Certain to Die!
        Steve McCroskey: Airline Naked!
        Johnny: There’s a sale at Penney’s!

        RIP, Johnny.

      6. there’s lots of little moments…

        MCrosky : Roger, Elaine, Roger. I read you. This is Steve
        McCrosky at Chicago air control, Back to you in
        a minute ( To Tower ) Hold all takeoffs, I don’t
        want another plane in the air. When the 508
        reports, bring it straight in. Put out a general
        bulletin to suspend meal service on flights out
        of Los Angeles. Tell all dispatchers to remain at
        their posts, its gonna be long night. How bout
        some coffee Johnny?
        Johnny : NO THANKS!

        and
        MCrosky : Looks like I picked the wrong week to quit smoking.
        I want the best available man on this, a man who
        knows that plane inside and out and won’t crack
        under pressure.
        Johnny : How ’bout Mr Rogers?

      7. And from Airplane II when he’s Jacobs…

        Steve McCroskey: Jacobs, I want to know absolutely everything that’s happened up till now.
        Jacobs: Well, let’s see. First the earth cooled. And then the dinosaurs came, but they got too big and fat, so they all died and they turned into oil. And then the Arabs came and they bought Mercedes Benzes. And Prince Charles started wearing all of Lady Di’s clothes. I couldn’t believe it.

        Steve McCroskey: Jacobs, what have you got on Elaine Dickinson?
        Jacobs: Well, I’m two inches taller, a better dancer, and much more fun to be with.

        [the controllers thinking about the people in the hijacked airplane]
        Controller #2: They’re screwed!
        Controller #3: They’re dead!
        Controller Jacobs: Did I leave the iron on?

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