I am finishing getting ready to leave, and have the sink running in the smallest room. Bobbi is moving about in the dining room. She says something that I struggle to parse over the white noise...
RX: "While we're out, I need to ǥάѕ ϯћє ᴌᴓѕҿѓӎѳҍїӏє цҏ."
Me: "You... what? You 'need to jack that geezer up'?"
12 comments:
That's right, come up off that walker, old man.
Change my pitch up
Jack my geezer up...
oh heck...most old geezers would like that...if they could remember why.
Stuff like that sometimes make me wonder at the strange way our brains put sounds together.
Those Rorschach tests are practically a Freudian slip, aren't they, Tam?
jf
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a
bruising!"
Gopher Tuna!
Jack that hacker up!
oh yeah! it'd take both of ye t' jack ME up!
LOL, I have those problems EVERY day...
What font is that? I think I'd like to start talking in it to my kids. Maybe then they'd slow down enough I could understand what they are saying.
They make a gel for that now.
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