Rookie: Vin's going to a mandir. Why?
Me: To atone for his sins.
Rookie: (grins) Eh, don't say that. I've had too much fun in mandirs.
Friday, 18 December 2009
Yeah, and I've NEVER seen it before
Rookie: Oh, that's mustard.
Me: So?
Rookie. No, it's yellow.
Me: Umm...
Rookie: And I have it at home also.
Me: So?
Rookie. No, it's yellow.
Me: Umm...
Rookie: And I have it at home also.
To LISTEN you have to... ummm.... errr...
Me: You don't listen, do you?
Rookie: Okay, I'll try.
Rookie: Eh, I can't see anything!
Rookie: Okay, I'll try.
(closes eyes)
Rookie: Eh, I can't see anything!
Stop poking it where it don't belong.
It didn't come out of my nose.
It went inside the nose and then came out.
It went inside the nose and then came out.
Thursday, 3 December 2009
Monday, 30 November 2009
Eating Disorders
We are at Crepe Station, having breakfast...
Rookie: I am tired of eating
Asfaq: who the heck gets tired of eating?
Rookie: Dude, I get tired very often because of eating
(suddenly smiles and starts giggling)
Friday, 20 November 2009
Do something!!
...chalo, lets do something.
(starts giggling)
(starts giggling)
Labels:
drawing connections,
i didn't mean it
Friday, 13 November 2009
We believe you
(very thoughtfully)
Rookie: I never say random things
I put thought into all I say
Its my mom who doesn't...
I may not watch porn for years.
I'm so bored... I was jus tellin V abt old toothless people kissing and how it would be weird... You tried that?
"Igor.... Igor!!"
Rookie: I wore dangly earrings today and N called me tomboy and Archie found them incongruous with my personality
:|
Jhayu: What nonsense! I think you look LOVELY in dangly earrings
Rookie: Yes, but they keep touching my neck shoulders... I'm short, no... Or maybe I cant keep my neck straight...
Tuesday, 10 November 2009
Yeah, right after I laksoepae your masnsuale. Yeah, baby.
Rookie: Oh ok u carry on with work and leave jaldi. Will babeddybaddbad later.
Monday, 9 November 2009
..La la la in the morning
Rookie: you know at times you are just standing or doing your own work and you feel like going la la lala lalalalalalalala
Rookie: while flailing your arms and running like a pyscho? I feel like doing that now
Rookie: though what comes to my mind is people streaking and doing lalalala
Rookie: while flailing your arms and running like a pyscho? I feel like doing that now
Rookie: though what comes to my mind is people streaking and doing lalalala
Sunday, 8 November 2009
I'm bent double right now from the sympathy pain
(While talking about a guy, with increasing spite and vehemence towards the end)
Aren't there those places where you can just go and kick those big balls? You know, kick them and then jump on them...
Yeah, I'm a Chinese hit-and-run artist.
Vin: We were boxing at the ATM.
Rookie: Eh, I won, no?
Vin: (chuckles) Yeah, okay, whatever you say..
Jhayu: How come?
Rookie: 'cos I switched to kung fu. And I can run fast.
Rookie: Eh, I won, no?
Vin: (chuckles) Yeah, okay, whatever you say..
Jhayu: How come?
Rookie: 'cos I switched to kung fu. And I can run fast.
Labels:
being logical,
drawing connections,
mine's bigger
And if you hear my voice, let me know I'm talking...
(Rookie's walking backwards up an incline)
Eh, tell me if a car comes and hits me, haan...
Bloody chinkies are all crooked...
I was trying to draw a bird, but it came out as a snake.
(scribbles over it)
Chinese saala.
(scribbles over it)
Chinese saala.
Friday, 6 November 2009
And all my room mates live in this room!
I'm so sad, all my team mates are from my team!!!
Labels:
being logical,
repetition is redundant
Thursday, 5 November 2009
Yeah, We're THAT Close
Rookie: Jhayu, are you going to the loo?
Me: Yeah, why?
Rookie: No, ok. Go. I'll also come.
Me: Yeah, why?
Rookie: No, ok. Go. I'll also come.
Fashion Is So Lame
Rookie: Say something.
Me: Something.
Rookie: That's so lame. You're like those Fashion Street guys.
Me: Something.
Rookie: That's so lame. You're like those Fashion Street guys.
Ifs and Butts
Rookie: You'll do it but...
Me: There is no but.
Me: There is no but.
(Rookie gives a sly smile and giggles)
Rookie: No, haan, don't say that. You have a little butt.
I Don't Give A ButterFlying Fuck
"Butterflies lay eggs?"
(Rookie thinks)
"No, they come out of eggs."
(Rookie thinks)
"No, they come out of eggs."
So Scratching The Nose Would Mean...
Rookie: This place smells like pee
Me: No it doesn't
Rookie: Then maybe my nose does...
Me: No it doesn't
Rookie: Then maybe my nose does...
Labels:
drawing connections,
While Lungfucking
Incest
Rookie: ...I think I'd b pretty open minded if my son was gay
Rookie: at least I wont have mother issues and feel insecure about the women in his life and be a bitch to them
Rookie: for all I know, I might like his partner
Rookie: oh no that would be almost-incest.
Rookie: at least I wont have mother issues and feel insecure about the women in his life and be a bitch to them
Rookie: for all I know, I might like his partner
Rookie: oh no that would be almost-incest.
I'm so hard, it's a problem
(I place my head on her leg)
Eh, no no. Tickly tickly happens if you put your head on me. And yours is so hard!
Eh, no no. Tickly tickly happens if you put your head on me. And yours is so hard!
Because a Metaphor is a Metaphor
What's a metaphor for 'being screwed up'? Apart from 'being screwed up' itself..
We say nothing
(At our beloved PKD)
We said: nothing.
Rookie: Guys will you please contribute for my cigarettes coz i have to withdraw a lot of money.
We said: nothing.
We said: nothing.
Rookie: Guys will you please contribute for my cigarettes coz i have to withdraw a lot of money.
We said: nothing.
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
Pen drives..
Jin: Do you have a pen drive on you?
Rookie: (Looks at her with a sly smile and starts giggling)
Rookie: (Looks at her with a sly smile and starts giggling)
Games are gay.. no really!
(Rookie talking to a techy in the office)
Rookie: Test that game, no
Ve Shall: What game?
Rookie: Huh? Oh! I thought you said gay!!
Rookie: Test that game, no
Ve Shall: What game?
Rookie: Huh? Oh! I thought you said gay!!
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
It's The Sea Turtles, Mate...
Vingo: He'll move here.
Rookie: He'll live with who?
Me: Yes, Rookie, he'll live with a Sea Turtle.
Rookie: Oh, no, that's my Mom.
Rookie: He'll live with who?
Me: Yes, Rookie, he'll live with a Sea Turtle.
Rookie: Oh, no, that's my Mom.
Gimme Some Secret Sauce
Me: I hate sauce.
Rookie: What?
Me: I hate sauce.
Rookie: What?
Me: I HATE SAUCE!
Rookie: You have AIDS, what?
Rookie: What?
Me: I hate sauce.
Rookie: What?
Me: I HATE SAUCE!
Rookie: You have AIDS, what?
Labels:
It all comes back to sex,
misheard stuff
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