"howdy, y'all!" gavin cardigan hollered as he entered the Pub. "what's on the menu tonight?"
"spicy curry noodle soup with chicken & sweet potatoes," danny blake answered, pouring a Guinness for his best customer.
"that sounds terribly good, and wonderfully autumnal," gavin noted, licking his chops.
"what does that mean?" sierra asked as gavin approached the others at their usual table.
"what does what mean?" gavin looked puzzled.
"licking your chops," sierra explained. "how do you lick your chops? aren't they where your ribs are, like pork chops?"
gavin shook his head. "no, chops is simply slang for mouth, or jaws, or lips. it means you're looking forward to a feast."
"so why would you hit yourself in the mouth?" marian inquired. "is that what busting your chops means?"
gavin scowled. "no, that means to exert yourself. chops in that sense is slang for mad skillz."
"but taylor sometimes tells me, 'stop busting my chops!' but, how can i exert myself using his mad skillz?"
"taylor has mad skillz?" sierra affected surprise.
taylor pointed his fangs at her with a menacing look.
"that means he wants you to stop criticizing his mad skillz," gavin said, taking a loooong sip of his stout. "honestly, you really need to take burkie's class."
"NO!"
danny dropped off the curried soup. "eat up."
"what if he wants to eat down?" Mysterious Lurker appeared suddenly, thanks to her mad ninja skillz.
"that's true," taylor agreed. "food travels down when you eat it. it only travels upward when you vomit."
"no vomiting in my pub!"
*danny, you outdone yourself!" cardigan pointed at his soup. "you've got mad cooking skillz."
"i don't have any mad skillz," marian pouted.
"aw, sure you do, honey," taylor assured her.
"what?" marian challenged him.
"oh, you know," he waved his hand in what was suppssed to be a vague manner, but wound up knocking his glass to the floor. he eagerly knelt to the floor to pick it up and avoid answering, causing marian to roll her eyes.
"that's it!" sierra pointed out gleefully. "you've got mad face-making skillz!"
marian clapped her hands, her face beaming. "i've got mad skillz!"
cardigan sighed. "i've got an empty glass."
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haha I wish *I* had some "mad skillz." I think I got more "mad" than "skillz". ;)
I'm psyched that the ML has mad ninja skillz. :) "Psyched." There's another one for your FOB class!
i thought the kidz spelled it "siked?" ben, that means you've got MAD skillz rather than mad SKILLZ. i think taylor has mad spillz. sierra obviously has mad hillz (HA! get it? sierra, hillz? i crack me up!). cardigan in his ferrari has mad wheelz. my fishmonger has mad gillz and my dentist mad fillz and my pharmacist mad pillz, vlasic had mad dillz....yeah, burkie has mad thrillz :)
isn't it "sike" only when you're trying to fake someone out? you're never "siked" (at least you'd never admit it), only "psyched" (as in excited). But mebbe I've been totally wrong all these years, sorta like my mom, who only recently had the unhappy revelation that no, "LOL" does NOT mean "lots of love," it means "laughs out loud" (unfortunately usually at her expense)
uh, i think your pharmacist just has mad pillz, that mebbe you've taken one too many of?=P I've been there, so I can tell. (another danger sign is that you think chinese characters can be squared - most disturbing)
*sheepish grin* i thought "lol" meant "lots of love" the first dozen or so times i saw it, too.
does sierra have any (non-pole-dancing) skillz?
sierra's non-cage dancing skillz are recessed, though aching to manifest themselves....
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