



I’ve been sitting on this IM exchange for a little while because I was stuck for a way to sanitize it, but it makes me laugh so hard each time I read it that I finally decided to just post it.
A friend and I had been chatting about something that didn’t come through at work, and at the same time, I got a shitty request from a colleague. Coincidentally, we had also been riffing about a certain group of people, but in fairness, I’ll not use the group’s name.
For lack of a suitable alternative, I’ll use a completely unrelated term, a word I picked up from a useful site called Silly Words:
yipaa n. extreme insult which is true
So, just work with me here, mmmkay?
Him: I DIDN’T GET IT!
Him: bastards
Me: ohhh man
Him: I’ll get them…
Me: getting all bent
Him: fucking a
Him: I NEED TO WIN
Me: Ugh, I have an unbelievable request here
Him: I bet
Me: I should know better than to construct a complicated spreadsheet to illustrate a concept that is too difficult to explain
Me: he now wants it every month
Me: and spur of the moment
Him: excellent
Him: I like that
Me: this is a job for… [CONSULTANT]
Me: I almost cried when I got the call
Him: pass it on then
Me: when he wrote and said send me the updated sheet, I said, what sheet?
Me: oh the one I spent a week doing and redoing?
Me: and fighting with you over because the data changed weekly and it didn’t automatically get updated in your inbox?
Me: gah
Him: bastards
Him: I bet he is in the Yipaa
Me: heh
Me: he is difficult sometimes
Me: but charming
Me: so doubly dangerous
Him: yes, difficult charmers are bad
Me: my jaw is soooo sore still
Him: how long did they say it would hurt?
Me: they didn’t
Me: it just does
Him: bastards
Me: it’s waning
Him: Yipaa dentists
Me: you’re funny
Him: new insult
Me: love it
Him: Yipaa pah
Me: oh yeah, you… you… Yipaaer!
Him: “that is soooo Yipaa”
Me: Hello… calling Yipaa!
Him: Yipaa this
Me: I bet you’ve got Yipaa on speed dial
Him: ohhh is that Yipaa on your teeth
Me: Your momma hangs with Yipaa
Him: yo mamma is Yipaa
Me: Your daddy ran off with Yipaa
Me: I’ll bet they made you read Yipaa when you were a child
Me: would explain lots
Him: if W had a child with Condi it would be a Yipaa
Me: just say no to Yipaa
Him: Yipaa Beeeyotches
Him: bastards
Me: this is your brain on Yipaa
Him: heh
Me: this is your personality on Yipaa
Him: ah, you are wonderful
Him: if a little Yipaa
Me: I like you even though you seem to like saying “Yipaa”
Him: “Who left the Yipaa in the toilet?”
Me: remember to flush after a Yipaa
Him: heh
Him: don’t sit on damp towels, you’ll get a Yipaa
Me: If all your friends wanted to join Yipaa, would you do it???
Me: Don’t touch the Yipaa, you don’t know where it’s been
Him: ok I need to go lie down for a bit…
Me: Yipaa, it’s not just for idiots
Me: ok
Me: feel better
Him: I’m feeling all Yipaa
Me: ow stop making me laugh
Me: my jaw hurts like a Yipaa
Him: see you
Me: bye
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06.30.04 at 04:15 PM |
hahahahahahahahahahahaha. OW my aching side!