This is, like, way existential

07 August 2005

Said to me on the phone last night...

Le Tourist Guide™: I don't *do* short-sleeved shirts, 'kay?
Me: What did you just say?
Le Tourist Guide™: You heard me - I don't *do* short-sleeved shirts!
....
Le Tourist Guide™: Oh... my... god... I'm never gonna live down this moment for the rest of my life am I?

That's right, he's officially talking like me. And not just any 'he' but an ENGLISHMAN. Having a blog gives me warm fuzzies and lets me sleep sound at night, secure in the knowledge that people halfway around the world are talking like snobby Minneapolites.

The force is strong with this one :).

Comments

Dear Ben,

I would like to offer my services as a crude, foul-mouthed, barbarian who can help you defeat this. It was with my help that I turned Britney from a sweet country girl into foul white trash. I can help you too. Just come for a visit and we can get y'all talkin' good right quick.

Sincerely,
Average American

Posted by Average American on August 7, 2005 9:59 AM:

It's certainly catching on here in sunny York.
Yeah, cuz, whoa...

oh dear.

Posted by wellington on August 7, 2005 10:50 AM:

That's so California too....I heard someone say that at the Starbucks...

Barista: Do you want regular milk?
Me: I don't *do* regular milk...non-fat please.

I'm such a prick....

Posted by char on August 9, 2005 9:30 AM: