Listening to George Noory and Open Lines is Like...

[Sarcastic Plastic]

a) a thousand fingernails on a thousand blackboards
b) having a tooth drilled with an injection of espresso rather than anesthetic
c) being forced by George to look at his burnt uvula ("that little flapper thing in your throat")

[Yorkshire pud]

a) a thousand fingernails on a thousand blackboards
b) having a tooth drilled with an injection of espresso rather than anesthetic
c) being forced by George to look at his burnt uvula ("that little flapper thing in your throat")

No idea what to compare him with. I don't listen to him.

[Sarcastic Plastic]

No idea what to compare him with. I don't listen to him.

How long did it take you to develop that legendary creativity? Probably as long as it took to select that pubescent avatar.

Don't fuck with me little boy you're not smart enough.

[Yorkshire pud]

How long did it take you to develop that legendary creativity? Probably about as long as it took to select that pubescent avatar.

Select it? I created it. Tsk.

[Sarcastic Plastic]

Select it? I created it. Tsk.

Is it a fantasy? Or a reality? Is he married? To her? If not then what's her story? Is she a slut? Does she take credit cards? Or are we witness to two hearts beating as one. Inquiring minds want to know.

[Sarcastic Plastic]

Select it? I created it. Tsk.

I bet her name is Jacqueline. Or Babette. She takes Discover because men like getting cash back.