I used to try to work "Christ, what an asshole." into conversations, but then people gradually stopped talking to me.
"Who wants to sex Mutumbo?" also brings the quizzical looks from my coworkers.
I have a friend who, after watching the Flinstones movie, decided to try using its meeting strategy -- which consisted of three simple phrases: "What's your angle?" "Whose baby is this?" and "I'll buy that!" -- in actual meetings at his workplace. And it worked.
But does it avert global thermonuclear war?
When we were children, I used to repeat "flow chart - cash flow" to my sister until she hit me (well, I said it in Hebrew, but I guess it's not very different in English, maybe a slightly different rhythm).
I'm not sure I even knew what it meant. Also, I'm not sure it's even relevant to the OP. What a misunderstanding!
The NPR game: claim the most ridiculous credential mentioned: "What a coincidence, I'm a Namibian human rights lawyer who's redefining queer Afro-Pop!"
re:OP: the sauce it is awesome.
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Here's something I found striking. The New York Times explains how unions are unduly influencing local elections. Their lead anecdote? A story about a poor, sad, uninfluential real estate developer who wanted to run for city council and attracted such fierce union opposition that he won the election, but apparently by not as much as the NYT thinks he should have.
Your liberal media at work. I'm sure they're going to follow up with a story about the influence of real estate developers on local politics.
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