Monday, May 16, 2005
Why does Zamboni make me laugh?
We have all heard of the ice surfacing machine, right? So why does the mere mention of the name bring out grins and belly aching laughs? Is it the sound as one pronouces it? Could it be the service it provides? Or is it the weird spelling? Not sure, but I do know that he's one of the best pitchers that ever took the mound. Hopefully Carlos Zamboni can keep his emotions in check before his next start.
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Personally I find the word bogus to be amusing. That is so bogus man!
He was great in Casa Blanca.
Ever wonder why Grand Prix is pronounced Grand Pree instead of Grand Pricks? Somehow I think the latter is more appropriate considering the drivers.
Personally I find you're recent posts rather Odyssey and I'm not Honda them.
Is that because you can't afFord them or are you trying to dodge them for Chrysler sakes! You're driving me crazy!
We better put the brakes on these comments before we steer in a wrong direction. We should Focus on amusing words and Probe deeper into that subject. There must be 300 of them, C? Lexus be friends.
Did anyone ever tell you that you resemble the serial killer Jeffrey Daimler? I suppose I better be careful around you when I Benz over. Just trying to gauge your reaction.
That hurt. I'm practically Saabing. Really, it was a Jeep shot and I wish you wouldn't take such Libertys on our blog. You should stick to expressing your Vues.
Were you referring to Saturn or UrAnus? This post is really a gas. In fact, it will be our living Legacy! Guess you can't come back with a witty reply - Baja, ha, ha!
It's no wonder we get so few outsider comments on our blog. Who would want to get caught in this Crossfire? Frankly I think your jokes are getting Olds.
C'mon, you comments are just plain Bu-ick! Sorry, hope I didn't bruise your ego and give you a little Audi!
You are such a carred. Your puns are Grand, Damn. I guess I have just been too Cavalier. I thought this would be a Breeze. I need to be more Cirrus. At least that's my new Stratus - gee! One of these days I'm going to master this vehicle.
I'm starting to tire of these comments. Are you trying to steer me in a different direction? Please give me some type of signal if you're on the right or left. This is becoming a real cluster.
I guess you're really in gear now. I wish I could reverse the trend but I'm at a loss. I wish I could refer to a manual.
I see you're trying to shift the attention. Just like you to be the spoiler. Ok, I'm exhausted anyway.
Could you repeat that? Your voice was muffled.
I'd like to take a neutral position as you race your mouth off. Why don't you talk to echotig or did you wiper out?
I can't believe you can still come up with puns. You're pretty bright. I'll bet you're beaming. Maybe you can finally quit your job as a flasher.
I can't quit, I'm just gaining some traction. Control yourself! You automatically think the post is about you, don't you, don't you! You're so vain.
Don't try this kind of de-seat. You think you're a gas but you're just being a fuel. Tanks for nothing!
You're full of it. I'm empty.
Are you needleing me? Just because I have a great body of knowledge, doesn't mean my views are in alignment with yours. Spare me the comments, and let's get a drink. Down the hatch!
You're talking like a two bit hood, desperately trying to latch on to something clever. You need to release this tension somehow. Just don't take it out on your wife while's she in the car and berate her.
Are you trying to inject some humor into this post? I'm just trying to console you. Perhaps, you may want to listen to Freddy Fender while I dash to the store.
Are you really going to the store or are you stalking someone? Don't get arrested because you are instrumental to this blog. Although I would like to gauge our readers reaction to your incarceration.
I take a back seat to no one. Perhaps, you should split folding hairs and leave me alone while I lumbar up some support.
I can no longer comment at the push of a button because I have no memory of what we've already used. I think you're crazy - in fact you're certified! I, on the other hand, feel like I have a new lease on life.
Your comments certainly are electric, but I'm starting to feel the power after eating some lox. I'm not sure if you remotely understand my point. I think you are keyless.
You don't know jack.
I think I met him at the park, and he was all dressed in leather looking like a mirror image of you. He mentioned that you and he were closer than they appear.
I tried to fax my comments to you but the transmission failed. I'd call you but I know you won't let me reverse the charges. I guess I'm out of options so I'll just post my comments the standard way.
Look I'm just a regular joe looking for a premium lady while you never even made it out of the mid-grade while you were in school.
You really like to pump yourself up, don't you? I've had my fill of it. You're such a dipstick. I can't stand this friction! Why don't you go to Grease?
I can kick your tail so you better pipe down. I think I'm ready to change pets since I no longer care for dogs - guess I'm a catalytic converter!
I rally laughed at your last comment. That catalytic convertor comment was real differential.
My last comment could have been construed as lube if read in the context of the "Happy Birthday" string.
Oil see if I can top that one in a jiffy. Just give me 10 minutes while I have my express-o. Good thing this is for the adult crowd so we don't have to filter our comments.
Don't strut too soon because I'm tailgating you with my comments. I'll bet you're shocked!
There you go again cutting me off while I still have the floor.
I'm sorry but it was my turn. Signal me when you're done next time. Lighten up.
Hey back up a minute and display a professional image - just thought I would give you a heads up!
I'd moon you but that would be a little roof over the Internet. Besides, I'm afraid you may tilt "the other way" a little too much.
You're really starting to bug me as you try to deflect my questions. If you keep masking your comments, I'll have to punch you in the nose
Bra humbug. I think I'll just throttle you.
Sounds like a late night cable dialogue to me. I think I need to head out into the light. Oops, almost forgot my gear!
Your comments sound a little first. Wait a second, didn't I use headlight already? Well, I don't want to give you the third degree so I guess I'll just go fourth and have a fifth of scotch. Once that's over I can't drive.
Aren't you 55 now? You must be asleep because this is way pass your limit unless you're taking some speed.
Go on and write me up for 125,
Post my picture wanted dead or alive,
Take my license, all that jive,
I can't drive 55!
For Sammy reason, I feel like Hagar-ing on a deal for a Van. I hear there's a good price for one that has Halen and other weather damage.
We seem to have several bands of puns going simultaneously. I don't think I'm rEddie for anymore.
Maybe you should Jump to panama where it gets pretty hot for teachers like you. Of course, you probably can't afford it, but maybe in your dreams.
Sorry I'm so slow to respond. Maybe next time I'll send a message in a bottle. Now that I'm back, I dare you to finish what you started.
You were gone so long, I thought you were running with the devil, but right now I need to get to bed.
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