Our new rasta IT guy has proven to be a very bad influence on Her Majesty, the Pwincess Pwecious. She has gone Ghetto Fabuwous. Picture, if you will, squeaky, high-pitched baby talk with a Lil Kim flavor. “We got da mad cwew up in da house.” Whatevew.
I want to wear a big ol’ gold chain just to hear her say “bwing bwing!”
Wow. Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse.
Ya know, Eve, as annoying as some of my coworkers are, I’m thankful every day I don’t have to deal with my own Pwincess Pwecious. And, even better, the most annoying of the bunch is retiring in 3 weeks!
May you be as lucky!!
I thought I was finally rid of her when she took maternity leave to give birth to the Infanta Pwecious. But, no, back she came, and plastered her cubicle over with photos of the Infanta. And of course once an hour or so, she has to call whatever unlucky peon who babysits for her, and talk to the Infanta in Double-Strength Baby Talk!
I dunno about the rest of youze guys, but I don’t know if my life would be complete without the periodic Pwincess stories. I’m getting a visual of Hew Majesty and the Wee One conversing back and forth at a tone that can only be heard by dogs. I mean, “Dawgs.”
Bwing Bwing…Heh.
It’s too bad the Rasta IT guy communicated Hip-hop idiom to her.
It would be too sweet if P.P. started randomly inserting “I-Wee” into her patter.
Wegawize it!
I wiw advewtize it!
awwwww…don’t be a fuddy duddy and cwiticize it!
If she picks up dialects, I think it is imperative that you hire a Scotsman to go along with the Rasta man. Then at least you wouldn’t understand a friggen word she said.
I just love the quiet, mild mannered, shy guy that shares my office with me. It’s times like these that I love him all the more.
I’m sorry, all I’m getting off this thread are visions of a Rastafarian Elmer Fudd.
Oh sure, but just think of how holla the Pwincess is going to look, wollin’ to da office in her Masewati with the big chwome wims, listenin’ to Ludacwis with her Wasta IT guy.
Ah…I forgot about Pwincess Pwecious. Or should we now call her Pwincizzle Pweshizzle?
I have a new irritant - the coworker who has now found love and wants everyone to know.
"Hi honey!! Do you want to go to the movies tonight? OK…
::extra loud voice:: LOVE YOU!!! NO, I LOVE YOU MORE!! NOOOOOO, I DO!!! HEE HEE HEE!!! OK, YOU HANG UP FIRST. NO, YOU FIRST!! OK, ON THE COUNT OF THREE…ONE…TWO…THREE…YOU’RE STILL THERE TOO!!! HEE HEE HEE!!!"
::Dooku vomits::
This… THIS is why I hate people!! Someone slap the hip outta her hop!! OMFreakin’G! My brain needs serious scrubbing with sharp steel mesh and lemon juice. Thanks for the pain.
The Pwincess and LoveFinder should get together. We could send a heat-seeking missile and eliminate the problem in one fell swoop. Or is that one swell foop?
Woahhhhh, Spider. Calm down. Don’t make me come over there with my Jay-Z album. I also have an mp3 player and I know how to use it!
And “holla” is not an adjective. It is a verb. A VERB, PEOPLE, A VERB!!
Heh… I was thinking Homestar Runner myself.
“Be vewy, vewy quiet. I’m dwoppin’ kwonic.”