I Don’t Have Time For That, But I Do Have Time For This Posted by quo1 on April 18, 2013 Posted in: Cartoon, Humor, Musings. Tagged: communication, emails, social courtesy, technology. 32 Comments Share this:Share Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related Posts navigation ← Hey Kid, I’m Not Your Performing Poodle I Just Wanted To Live There →
They seem ping pong-ish to me, so best to leave them in least they bounce away, rolling under the fridge.
There is nothing worse than waiting for a procrastinating cartoon to email one back.
Okay, okay. Check your inbox some time today.
Ah, just yankin’ ya quo.
Yankin’ me by the neck, maybe.
Of course. Where else could I yank you? Perhaps by your arm.
I can see where you’re going with that.
<— Innocent and angelic.
If by angelic you mean porn-like.
You know you like it. Don’t play coy with me.
If I had eyelashes I would bat them.
Can you wink?
I can, but it just looks like one of my eyes is injured.
The dirty thoughts that are running through my tainted mind are hard to contain right now.
You’ve got a thing for injured eyes, eh? I’ve heard about that fetish.
Only if the eyes are brown.
Mine are black and white.
Then I suppose this conversation will never end with an invite to play with your eyes.
I guess is depends if I’m allowed to keep them in or not.
They seem ping pong-ish to me, so best to leave them in least they bounce away, rolling under the fridge.
Good point.
Nothing worse than eyeballs covered in dust bunnies.
The only thing that would even come close to being as bad would be worldwide thermonuclear war.
Better keep an eye…on your eyes. I will be here all day, Wocka Wocka.
I’ll be watching them closely…bahda-bing.
See, we can have nice clean fun. How refreshing, just like a summer breeze.
It feels weird.
It does. Quick, talk dirty to me.
Pubic lice.
That’s the stuff.
double spit!
Out and back in?
nooooooooooo gross