in Berts absence, i thought i'd be missing the "Bert-isms" we've come to know and love so much, but as Ryan points out…we have a few 'isms' of our own:
"These naps are exhausting me."
"What'd he do, send you a picture of the word 'cock'?" (on the possibilities of Scrabble Club meets Craig's List online dating).
"Did you raid the dwarfs?" (referring to mom's 7 fiances history).
"Aside from the smoking and the drinking, I'm kinda on a health kick myself." (i did give up soda and fast food!)
"Calendars are meaningless, what do I care what day it is?" (mom on retirement).
"You look like the little carton of Minute Maid before the three glasses of water." (i was concentrating).
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