Wherein My Antics Grow Tiresome As Far As My Friends Are Concerned
Driving home from work; the phone rings:
Boobers: Hey, man, what're you doing?
Me: Heading home. What's up?
B: Well if you wanna stop by, I have $200 bucks for you [money from a gig].
M: And if I don't wanna stop by, you don't have $200 bucks for me?
B: If you don't wanna stop by, you're a dick.
posted by Stanley at 21:03
6 Comments:
I believe the dollar sign is redundant here.
For shame, eek! Dollar signs are never redundant; they are the very life blood of our republic!
To the extent that eekbeat is correct (and I think she is correct, notwithstanding TMK's amusing rejoinder), it seems I've suffered the wrath of a strange iteration of Hartman's Law of Prescriptivist Retaliation:
Hartman's Law of Prescriptivist Retaliation states that any article or statement about correct grammar, punctuation, or spelling is bound to contain at least one eror.
No, he was just sighing at my penchant for pointing out biscuit conditionals. And calling me a dick for doing so, but jokingly putting that name-calling in the form of a conditional sentence. As a joke.
(cross-posted at standpipe's blog)
You can point em out, but you cant recognize em, apparently.
(My stupid apostrophe key is sticking again. So annoying.)
Bitch means to say, "You can point — out, but you can't recognize —, apparently."
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