TPAM Part Deux

[Slayer Dug]

Since the original TPAM went walk about along with its creator, I would like to bring this discussion back to the forum.

[Ubu]

TPAM wins the spell check award for the day.

[Snagg]

TPAM has, like, never heard of phonetics.

[Chez moi]

TPAM thinks you catch them from using the phone.

[Snagg]

If I have to be bedeviled with an assortment of tics, then I suppose phone tics are as bearable as any. (And, personally, I don't catch them from my phone, I use my phone to beat them into submission.)

TPAM's first Public Service post shall be as Island Communications Manager.

[Chez moi]

TPAM is giddy with power!

*Which may be better than giddy with powder. Or not.*

[Snagg]

Pish Posh. I am a sober and deliberative despot.

TPAM had better watch her P's & Q's, as Poopoonesia may also get it's own native language.

[Snagg]

"Potty Talk"? In SPADES, sister. Berlitz courses in cursing in multiple languages will be featured. Those new talents will come in handy as you all line up at the dunk tank. You haven't heard profanity until you've heard "Die in pieces, you mealy-mouthed, joykilling misanthrope!!!" in Czech or Urdu. The harsh use of consonants really adds some punch to the delivery.

[Chez moi]

TPAM would enjoy being surrounded by multilingual women.

[Snagg]

Un...yeah..?

[stillgoing]

TPAM is speechless in many languages, contemplating multilingual women who are dead set on helping him see the error of his ways.

[Snagg]

I just know when to shut up, that's all. And now is not that time.

TPAM has a major woody for those competitive cooking shows.

[Ubu]

TPAM confuses his knotty pine with his bird's eye maple.