I'm not going to read 11 pages of thread, but has anyone mentioned flush? As in, "This proposal skeleton looks reasonable but we've really got to flush out the workplan or we're going to get laughed out of the room?" I mean, come on. All I can think of is someone burning a mule.

Tony Soprano is great for the malapropisms, as are most of the charcters on that show. But Carmine has some of the best.

"Revenge is like serving cold cuts."

Check out this blog entry:

http://bob-weblog.blogspot.com/2007/04/ ... ranos.html

joelb wrote:I'm not going to read 11 pages of thread, but has anyone mentioned flush? As in, "This proposal skeleton looks reasonable but we've really got to flush out the workplan or we're going to get laughed out of the room?" I mean, come on. All I can think of is someone burning a mule.

That reminds me of hone in on.

Paulie Walnuts wrote:You know, Sung Tizzoo! The Chinese Prince Matchabelli!

I read this, and laughed for a minute straight. I loved that episode.

Today, someone told me that the view out of my office window was so boring that the wall opposite needed a "Murial" on it.

For a second, I had visions of an old woman with curls in her hair, a mop in one hand and a vacuum in the other, nailed to the wall crucifix style. It would certainly make the view more interesting.

There's a colleague who, when you make a suggestion that she likes, tells you that it sounds like "a good ideal". I really thought I'd misheard her, or that it was a one-off when I first heard it, but she says it every time. There's even a folder in her office with "New Ideals" on it. I haven't the heart to correct her.

a newly hired director in a meeting just this very morning said that "d_____ s______ isn't happy with the program in it's current inception."

Took a call from a colleague at work: she kept talking about the Smoking Sensation Service.

Sounds like a strapline for a 1950s smoking advertising board to encourage take up.






(It's Smoking Cessation Service for those not familiar with NHS terminology)

My downsatirs neighbor complained her boyfriend was incredibly messy and kept the place a pig style.

My boss posted a memo that he had a company outting to attend. I asked him who in our office could possibly be gay that we didn't know about. Blank stare.

He also posted a note that all outside vendors needed to fill out a genetic time card. (I think he meant to say "generic" by which he probably means "blank") I told him that collecting our DNA is likely to cause privacy concerns. Crickets.