Friday, January 15, 2016

Updated Stuff: Zuzu Dialogue

She drifted into the room like 98 lbs of smoke

Her voice was hot and sticky like a furnace full of marshmallows

She fit into that dress like a sack of rabid squirrels

He walked in the room like a band leader at Mardi Gras. 

He spent cash like a lobbiest in Washington



PAZ: Zuzu; call Blinds.

ZUZ:What shall I call him?

PAZ: No, I mean phone him.

ZUZ: That is not possible. A phone is a noun I cannot phone him any more than I could  frying pan him.

PAZ: Call him on his phone!

ZUZ: I cannot do that since I do not have his phone. And if I did have his phone how would he receive my call. Figure that one out Mr. Smarty Detective.

BUT: If I were you I'd have that disconnected.

ZUZ:If you do not want to listen to 48 hours of Lawrence Welk music while trapped in an overheated car, you might want to shut up.

BUT: Did your car just threaten me?