T-minus One and counting...
I was going to repost old ones? But these are all from yesterday and this morning. The woman is on a tear, I tell ya.
NoseS prepares everyone in greater Manhattan for her departure, including her favorite commuter buddies
"You know that guy I told you about that is always on the train with me in the mawnings? I think he's deaf or something, or maybe Russian, because you can't talk to him or understand him at awll. Anyway, so I wrote a little note tah give to him so he'd know I wouldn't be riding the train anymoe-ah. I saw him on the train this mawning and I gave him the note, and he nodded and I tell him: I AM NOT RIDING THE TRAIN ANYMORE, and he nods somemoe-ah and smiles at me and says in broken English, 'tank you, tank you'."
[Here she paused reflectively. The rest of us held our collective breaths]
"You know, being Russian and all or deaf or whatever, he could've been saying 'GAWD I'm glad I don't have to see you anymore' for all I know. Oh well!"
NoseS Got a Gun
CC: Somebody shoot me.
NoseS: I'd LOVE to, after all these yee-ahs of you asking for it!
NoseS provides a movie review
"That Superman movie got foe-ah stars. The critics say it's so good, apparently. The only thing is that everybody is wanting to make Superman gay."
[Her voice then rose loud enough to travel over the entire office]
"They all just want him to be GAY, I tell you."
NoseS still doesn't like the Russians
The guy who makes all the mail runs came in to our office to chat. His walkie-talkie started blipping, and after some fuzz and mumbling on the other end, he gave up, shook his head and said, "I can't understand a thing she's saying."
"That's be-cause," NoseS snorted with authority, "they never speak English. Maybe if they tried it sometime, you could figure out what they mean."
NoseS has her hate-on for the sexin'
"Do you remembah that actor who shoved a bottle up somebody and killed them? It was a sex thing."
NoseS proves she either has Alzheimer's or [fill in your own musing here]
This morning NoseS asked-- and let us note I've been working here for over seven months now:
"Yeah, you know, what she said --- her, that new girl, whasser name?"
"Wha?" I mumbled, dragging my head up from reading email.
"You mean [Lyra]?!" CC exclaimed.
I sighed and went back to reading.
NoseS prepares everyone in greater Manhattan for her departure, including her favorite commuter buddies
"You know that guy I told you about that is always on the train with me in the mawnings? I think he's deaf or something, or maybe Russian, because you can't talk to him or understand him at awll. Anyway, so I wrote a little note tah give to him so he'd know I wouldn't be riding the train anymoe-ah. I saw him on the train this mawning and I gave him the note, and he nodded and I tell him: I AM NOT RIDING THE TRAIN ANYMORE, and he nods somemoe-ah and smiles at me and says in broken English, 'tank you, tank you'."
[Here she paused reflectively. The rest of us held our collective breaths]
"You know, being Russian and all or deaf or whatever, he could've been saying 'GAWD I'm glad I don't have to see you anymore' for all I know. Oh well!"
NoseS Got a Gun
CC: Somebody shoot me.
NoseS: I'd LOVE to, after all these yee-ahs of you asking for it!
NoseS provides a movie review
"That Superman movie got foe-ah stars. The critics say it's so good, apparently. The only thing is that everybody is wanting to make Superman gay."
[Her voice then rose loud enough to travel over the entire office]
"They all just want him to be GAY, I tell you."
NoseS still doesn't like the Russians
The guy who makes all the mail runs came in to our office to chat. His walkie-talkie started blipping, and after some fuzz and mumbling on the other end, he gave up, shook his head and said, "I can't understand a thing she's saying."
"That's be-cause," NoseS snorted with authority, "they never speak English. Maybe if they tried it sometime, you could figure out what they mean."
NoseS has her hate-on for the sexin'
"Do you remembah that actor who shoved a bottle up somebody and killed them? It was a sex thing."
NoseS proves she either has Alzheimer's or [fill in your own musing here]
This morning NoseS asked-- and let us note I've been working here for over seven months now:
"Yeah, you know, what she said --- her, that new girl, whasser name?"
"Wha?" I mumbled, dragging my head up from reading email.
"You mean [Lyra]?!" CC exclaimed.
I sighed and went back to reading.