Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s Comments (group member since Sep 20, 2013)

Orinoco Womble (tidy bag and all)’s comments from the Net Work Book Club group.

mrbooks wrote: "How does a baker meet a challenge ?

He rises to the occasion"

And everything's on a knead-to-know basis!

Groovy wrote: "Ooooooooh! You must be medically smart, because this is the first I ever heard of Paracetamol. "

No, I just live in Europe. I never even knew the chemical name for Tylenol in the US. Here it's Paracetamol and always has been.

Or you can try this, which works like a charm: When the telemarketer goes into their spiel you yell, "Wait, wait--I have a question." They think it's about something they said, so they say "Go ahead!" and you say in a breathless, too-bright voice: "Did you know Jesus died for your sins?"

Silence. Silence.
Click.
And they don't call back.

I used to work from home for a Christian magazine, and so people would know they'd call the right number I would pick up with, "Jesus is Lord, Orinoco speaking." (In Spanish, of course). I used to hear a lot of clicks and dial tones...and we still get very few cold-callers.

What annoys the crud out of me is that when my husband was working, I would always get cold-callers between 7.30 and 8 PM on Mondays and Fridays, right when my favourite BBCRadio4 programmes were on! Now that he's home--nary a one. Ever. Of course, I'm usually too busy to tune in now, anyway.

Life.

Paracetamol = Acetominophen/Tylenol

Paracetamol = the parrots eat em all.

Let's talk telephones! There are so many phrases that make me want to throw the thing at the wall!!

"Is that you?" It depends which "you" they had in mind, doesn't it! It's certainly ME; am I the "you" they wanted to speak to?

"Who is this?" No, who are YOU? You called me.

Total stranger (telemarketer): "Is that (your name)?" Why? Who wants to know? I just had this conversation (or the lack thereof) with someone claiming to be from the central office of my bank. They would not tell me what they wanted, until I confirmed that I was me. I didn't, as the person was calling at like 8 PM and our banks all shut at 1.30 in the summer. Also, both DH and I are on all our bank accounts; if there was something wrong the would want to talk to him. And how did these people get my cell number, which I've never given to the bank?

I kept saying, "What is it you want?" and the person kept asking if I was (my name). I finally snapped, "Well tomorrow maybe you'll tell me what you want" and hung up. They didn't call back, ever, which confirms to me it was a scammer or some such. I don't give information to total strangers over the phone, thank you.

And my all-time hate: "Guess who this is!" No, I won't guess. You tell me, or the conversation's over.

mrbooks wrote: "The one that get's me is when people read a book and say it was fantastic and I look for it and find it is a comic, not a real book. Someone please tell these people pictures aren't books. A book..."

So true!! I can enjoy a good comic as much as anyone, but those photo-story magazines aren't books, either.

Why are there no aspirins in the jungle?
Because the parrots eat em all....

What did the grape say when the elephant trod on it?
Nothing--it just gave out a little wine.

What do you call a cheese that isn't yours?
Nacho cheese!

No need to snap my head off...

And seldom buckle down to doing real work! Makes ya wanna belt em!

Groovy wrote: "O.k., you two:

A guy walks into a bar and says "Ouch!"
(think about it)"

Two guys walk into a bar. The third one ducks.

MacDonald's has never had a reputation for serving nutritious food until they are blugeoned into it. I remember when they invented the MacNugget. Back in the day, they were mostly breadcrumbs and TVP, of which Hardee's made fun in their own ads...without naming names, of course. Hardees chicken sandwich was a half-chicken breast, breaded but identifiable as your actual chicken.

He was bad to the bone! B-b-b-b-bad to the bone!

Don't let that give you the impression that anything Mickey D's serves might be your actual food, though.

Why didn't the skeleton have any friends?
Because he always had a bone to pick with somebody.

Well, if we're gonna do lame:

A man is staying in a seaside hotel and goes down for breakfast. After a bit he signals to the waiter and says disgustedly, "Waiter, is this sludge coffee or tea?"
The waiter replies, "Well if you can't taste the difference, it doesn't really matter what it is, does it?"

You mean we need to...give it a rest? Are you going to take measures if we don't? I know the score!! Don't be so downbeat!

First movie I ever saw on Spanish TV was in June of 1979 when I arrived at the home of my first host family; the TV was showing "Cleopatra Jones." Of all things. O.o

No but I get the feeling the whole thing is orchestrated by some band of ruffians.

(Is it just me or is this joke thread decomposing faster than Beethoven?)