Guido: why?
Zeke: what why?
Guido: why are you online at this hour?
Zeke: i human being
Zeke: i with msn account
Zeke: i not sleepy
Zeke: you have problem?
Guido: ahhh
Guido: nope
Zeke: thank you
Guido: that box show up for the boys?
Zeke: not yet
Guido: those bastards
Zeke: haha via afghanistan
Guido: probably
Zeke: you bet
Guido: i'm checking online
Zeke: hmm
Guido: says it was cancelled
Zeke: aha
Zeke: they decided to take your money and cancel it ah?
Guido: i don't know if they charged the card.
Zeke: hmm
Guido: i think they don't carry the item any more
Zeke: tch tch
Guido: i don't see it online now
Zeke: so check your credit cartd account boss
Guido: i will
Guido: how about an ethnic game?
Zeke: could be ethnic to you
Zeke: heh
Zeke: pretty contemporary to us
Zeke: hehe
Guido: that's how they're listed on the site, chooth
Zeke: they are worse than you
Guido: bite me
Zeke: heh
Guido: i ordered something else
Zeke: heh
Guido: a card game
Zeke: heh
Guido: u ever play Uno?
Zeke: we have uno
Guido: that's not what I bought
Guido: i bought Scrabble Cards
Zeke: hmm
Guido: they can play and learn
Zeke: mhm
Guido: spell dirty words...
Zeke: heh
Zeke: dan uncle is a bastard
Zeke: dan uncle is an asshole
Guido: I'm sure they would never say that
Zeke: dan uncle is a chooth
Zeke: and then they get to crosswords
Zeke: clue=chooth
Zeke: answer= dan
Zeke: hahahahahahaha
Guido: you're not funny
Zeke: i AM i AM
Guido: nope
Zeke: course i am
Zeke: you don't se the humour in it
Guido: there's nothing funny about the mentally challanged
Zeke: i know
Zeke: but iif they haven't sent you to an institution already
Zeke: you are liable to get ribbed
Zeke: hahahahahahaha
Guido: I'm imagining bad things happening to you
Zeke: hehe
Zeke: don't forget the lions
Guido: my cats love me
Zeke: i gotta ask them
Zeke: meow...meowwww meoww dan chooth meoww
Zeke: miaaaaaw miaaaaw they would reply
Zeke: hehe
Guido: I've shown them your picture and they took it and buried it in their toilet box
Zeke: hahahahaha
Guido: ok, chooth, go to bed. I have to get going
Zeke: you go on man
Zeke: will see you around
Guido: bye dude
Zeke: take care

Vlad: Casa Despair is trying to kill me
Ilsa: brb
Vlad: ok
Ilsa: how now, brown cow
Vlad: mooooo
Ilsa: what's the Casa Despair update?
Vlad: I got a shock off of the light switch last night
Ilsa: yikes
Vlad: It's where dreams go to die and people do, too
Ilsa: exactly, maybe we can turn it into a blockbuster
Ilsa: who would play you?
Vlad: angelina jolie
Ilsa: me too
Vlad: I would be played by a nicely placed card table
Ilsa: how bout a ficus
Vlad: sure
Ilsa: what did you have for lunch
Vlad: porkbelly
Ilsa: what kind of sandwhich?
Vlad: turkey
Ilsa: I'm having tuna salad right now. Can I call you and tell you about today's tupidity
Ilsa: stupidity
Vlad: tell away

Ms Fujimoto: Vlad, is that you?
Ms Fujimoto: Good news, it's supposed to be in the low 70s tomorrow
Mr Yakamura: Hey Ilsa!
Mr Yakamura: How was the date last night?
Mr Yakamura: and yes, excited about the drop in temperature
Ms Fujimoto: The date was very long again. I am very tired today
Mr Yakamura: where'd you end up going?
Ms Fujimoto: Well, first he gave me a tour of his house/studio and then we tried to go to dinner but everything was closed so we just picked up burgers and came back here
Mr Yakamura: where does he live/work?
Ms Fujimoto: close to here in the Sherman park area. I don't remember the exact address
Ms Fujimoto: he wants to sculpt me
Mr Yakamura: Dirty!
Ms Fujimoto: can be
Mr Yakamura: No one wants to be here
Ms Fujimoto: do they ever?
Mr Yakamura: no, but today we really mean it
Ms Fujimoto: suggest that you all work in the park today
Mr Yakamura: It's supposed to storm this afternoon
Ms Fujimoto: yea!!!!!!
Mr Yakamura: I would like to be home
Ms Fujimoto: after the front moves through, so it's not hell hot there
Mr Yakamura: I just want to be home for the storm
Ms Fujimoto: I heart storms
Mr Yakamura: What are you doing today?
Ms Fujimoto: some office work, then I leave for children's court at 12:30 and if I have time after court, I'm seeing a client at the Waukesha Co Jail, gym tonight
Ms Fujimoto: you?
Mr Yakamura: well, working I guess
Mr Yakamura: then library, video store and home
Mr Yakamura: Why won't the vet give me tranquilizers for my cat?
Ms Fujimoto: cause they're in cahoots w/Second Hand Purrs
Mr Yakamura: I really need to do something about Asha's nails.
Ms Fujimoto: maybe I can come over and hold her for you, I know that my cat is a two person job
Mr Yakamura: She won't even let me pick her up at all. And she runs if she sees me holding a towel.
Mr Yakamura: I know they have drugs in there. Just give me one or two.
Ms Fujimoto: maybe you'll have to have to take her to a groomer. She let's you pick her up, right if she doesn't think you're up to something
Mr Yakamura: No, she never lets me pick her up.
Mr Yakamura: or even hold her close. Any time she thinks she's being confined in some way, she freaks out
Ms Fujimoto: ahh, Skittles but with claws. That is really hard because even if you had someone come there, you'd have the same problem because she wouldn't let them get close either. Did your vet have any other suggestions?
Mr Yakamura: A traveling vet who makes house calls, but I don't see that helping either.
Ms Fujimoto: yeah, still same problem really.
Mr Yakamura: and then another human would be exposed to Casa Despair
Ms Fujimoto: that would actually be worth it. That really does suck. At least I can do Mini's with assistance because she is freakishly strong but she always lets me pick her up
Mr Yakamura: I should call another vet and lie and say I'm moving. They give you tranqulizers for that.
Ms Fujimoto: sneaky, you are one smart cookie
Mr Yakamura: I'm trying to find an unscrupulous vet on the internet who will send out drugs in the mail
Ms Fujimoto: that should be easy
Mr Yakamura: you'd think so, wouldn't you?
Ms Fujimoto: no luck?
Mr Yakamura: not so far
Mr Yakamura: It's raining here!
Mr Yakamura: and thundering
Ms Fujimoto: cool, I thought I heard thunder
Mr Yakamura: Guess who isn't here yet?
Ms Fujimoto: mommy
Mr Yakamura: Yep
Ms Fujimoto: shocking
Mr Yakamura: What do I want for lunch?
Ms Fujimoto: umm, the KFC vomit parfait
Mr Yakamura: I would have said no before, but your description is so tempting...
Ms Fujimoto: I know, I should be in marketing
Mr Yakamura: what's good on a rainy day?
Mr Yakamura: margaritas?
Ms Fujimoto: chili if it was a cold rain but Chinese and rain just seem to go together
Mr Yakamura: I just don't see that
Ms Fujimoto: Well, I don't know, I'm going to make tuna salad
Mr Yakamura: That sounds good
Mr Yakamura: I could go for a fruit salad
Mr Yakamura: or a grilled cheese
Ms Fujimoto: there you go
Mr Yakamura: there's a big difference in rainy day spring food and rainy day fall food
Ms Fujimoto: yes, that is so true
Mr Yakamura: What about a ham and cheese sandwich on grilled wheat bread?
Ms Fujimoto: yummy. Pick me up one
Mr Yakamura: seasoned fries or fruit salad?
Ms Fujimoto: fruit salad
Mr Yakamura: anything to drink?
Ms Fujimoto: no, I'm good with the water
Mr Yakamura: we do have new raspberry iced tea...
Ms Fujimoto: why, that does sound delicious
Mr Yakamura: Oh, sorry, we ran out about 5 minutes ago
Ms Fujimoto: damn you, Patti LaPone
Mr Yakamura: would you like to see the dessert menu?
Ms Fujimoto: No, no I couldn't possibly
Mr Yakamura: I want to go home and curl up on the couch
Ms Fujimoto: I want to be sedated
Mr Yakamura: well, good luck getting tranqulizers from my vet
Ms Fujimoto: your vet sucks
Ms Fujimoto: buzz kill
Ms Fujimoto: I'm going to do some dishes now before I leave for court. Lata

Princess Tofu: Morning sunshine
Guido: are you trying to be funny?
Princess Tofu: yes
Guido: ahhh
Princess Tofu: what's up kitten?
Guido: nothing. i'm going to shower and get something to eat
Princess Tofu: That sounds just lovely.
Guido: yourself?
Princess Tofu: I'm going by mom today
Guido: sorry
Princess Tofu: that's not nice. it's a great opportunity to help remember my fathers service in the navy. he was at the bay of pigs in cuba, so I'm going to pop out from behind a bush, scream in spanish, and shoot at him!
Guido: viva la cuba
Princess Tofu: amen
Princess Tofu: viva la revolucion
Guido: si
Princess Tofu: what are you doing with your day?
Guido: not seeing my mom
Princess Tofu: lucky bastard! I bet your dad wishes the same thing
Guido: hehe
Princess Tofu: no really what are you doing?
Guido: nothing
Princess Tofu: God you are so creative with your time off
Guido: it's hot out
Princess Tofu: blow me
Guido: will that make it less hot?
Princess Tofu: maybe
Guido: i have no plans
Guido: maybe drop by Robin's house and get a package
Princess Tofu: planning an early retirement?
Guido: uh, no
Guido: i have an ebay purchase there
Princess Tofu: what did you buy
Guido: something very special
Princess Tofu: like what?
Guido: many things are special
Princess Tofu: what in particular did you purchase monsier
Guido: none of your beeswax
Guido: maybe it's bondage porn
Guido: the good stuff from Japan
Princess Tofu: weeeeeeeeeee
Princess Tofu: I just got a painted ganesha from india on ebay
Guido: why?
Princess Tofu: cause it was pretty
Guido: i see
Princess Tofu: i like pretty shiney things
Guido: but not spelling, i see
Princess Tofu: up yours
Guido: cram
Guido: it
Princess Tofu: i paid for that "e" and i'm using it
Guido: go get me some food and bring it over
Princess Tofu: fuck you
Guido: wow, such hostility. it was a simple request
Princess Tofu: It's hot outside. And it is so cool in here. I couldn't break a sweat if i was on fire!
Guido: you could come over and do pedicures and watch 'Stargate Atlantis'
Princess Tofu: How is that fun for me?
Guido: i'll make popcorn and i have cold, frosty sodas
Princess Tofu: I' d love to, but I have things to do!
Princess Tofu: Oh, and I have to work tonight bitch
Guido: so?
Guido: what a whiner
Princess Tofu: I need to save my strength. They turn the air off on weekends
Guido: maybe i'll go see some movies
Princess Tofu: At least it's air conditioned
Guido: M:I:III
Princess Tofu: I'll bring my stuff on saturday and we can play spa
Guido: fun. i'll make avocado masks
Princess Tofu: you charmer!
Guido: and a sea salt scrub!
Princess Tofu: I prefer a sugar scrub
Princess Tofu: maybe we can condition our hair and play dream date
Guido: yes, that would be interesting
Princess Tofu: naked
Guido: and I do have the 'out and very gay' towels
Princess Tofu: fabulous
Guido: i have to go wash those
Guido: i changed my sheets and used my new pillows. Ahhhh, like heaven
Princess Tofu: What did the kids think
Guido: they LOVED them
Princess Tofu: yes, because they didn't pay for them
Princess Tofu: freeloaders
Guido: nothing is worse than cheap pussy
Princess Tofu: and I should know
Guido: i hear that
Guido: it does take one to know one
Princess Tofu: Oh I found the article about the short guy that wasn't sent to prison. I'm going on a crime spree!
Guido: I saw it
Princess Tofu: How nutty is that?
Guido: it's insane, all right. there's a fly in my house
Princess Tofu: And........
Guido: just a running commentary
Princess Tofu: nice. my ass itches
Guido: there's a shocker
Princess Tofu: alert the media
Guido: they can probably tell already
Princess Tofu: how so
Guido: I don't know. I have to go get ready to face my day
Princess Tofu: stride on young soldier
Guido: thanks, old crone
Princess Tofu: ass
Guido: have a lovely day
Princess Tofu: you to sweetikins
Guido: buh-bye
Princess Tofu: bye

Vladimir: so? how was it? is he still there?
Ilsa: Is was great. He's not here but we had a very long date
Vladimir: grrrrrwwwlll
Ilsa: yeah, pretty much
Ilsa: what are you doing up so early?
Vladimir: alarm went off. there's a fly in the house
Ilsa: you mean the cats went nuts or you're regualar clock alarm went off and there is a fly in the house that you're just commenting on
Vladimir: all of the above
Ilsa: ahh, so what's on the agenda today?
Vladimir: death and destruction
Ilsa: ahh, same old, same old
Vladimir: yes. and maybe some root beer, too
Ilsa: you do live on the edge
Ilsa: I will be seeing Dimitri again tonight
Vladimir: wow
Vladimir: will there be a 'suddenly we were naked' story?
Ilsa: not tonight but in the very near future.
Vladimir: woof
Ilsa: yeah, me likey my nerd
Vladimir: don't we all get to meet him and approve first
Ilsa: no, we have to see if I approve first then I can trot him out
Ilsa: I'm looking up recipies right now.
Vladimir: for?
Ilsa: some interesting grill ones
Vladimir: for?
Ilsa: for him to make for us, because that's the only kind of cooking he can really do
Vladimir: what time is dinner?
Ilsa: well, he's not grilling tonight but he's picking me up at 6
Vladimir: where are we going?
Ilsa: I told him to surprise me
Vladimir: how am i going to know where to show up?
Ilsa: I guess you're ass out tonight, Mr. Furley
Vladimir: fine, that hurts
Ilsa: What are you making for your various meals today?
Vladimir: It's hot. maybe i'll eat out
Ilsa: smart
Vladimir: since no is griling out and I have no invitations to dinner
Ilsa: AWWW, I think my dad may be grilling again today. You could go there in my place and tell him that I have consumption
Vladimir: don't you?
Ilsa: Actually I have the vapors
Vladimir: well, who doesn't?
Vladimir: run out and find me a decent house
Vladimir: one that is move-in ready
Ilsa: hey, I tried
Vladimir: one in my price range and in a good neighborhood
Ilsa: I tried but you signed that pesky contract with the devil
Vladimir: yes, but you don't have to hold me to it
Ilsa: whatever
Vladimir: ohh, that stung, didn't it?
Ilsa: can't accesorize
Vladimir: I'm rubber, you're glue...
Ilsa: Sticks & stones
Ilsa: make me some breakfast
Vladimir: poof! you're some breakfast
Ilsa: an omlette and some bacon would be great. Chop, chop
Vladimir: that's fine, but it's going to be generic egg substitute and bacon flavored spray
Ilsa: yum, my mouth is watering already
Ilsa: I think my dad and sister are playing tennis today
Vladimir: idiots
Ilsa: I know
Ilsa: I'm gonna sign off, can I call you on your cell?
Vladimir: no, i'm going to shower and go out
Ilsa: oh, okay, talk to you later
Vladimir: bye
Ilsa: b

Vladimir: How now, you secret black and midnight hag?
Ilsa: ???
Vladimir: It's Shakespeare
Ilsa: McBeth
Vladimir: It's what Macbeth says to the 3 witches
Ilsa: k, I now I see
Vladimir: It's my cheery way of saying hello
Ilsa: me seepy
Vladimir: that's gross
Ilsa: that's my cute was of saying sleepy
Vladimir: Ahhh. Adorable
Ilsa: call me on my home phone, I'm signing off
Vladimir: Seriously, what am I going to do about Bob?
Ilsa: eat me

Vladimir: Bossman didn't get the job.
Ilsa: well, that's too bad, he jumped through a lot of hoops
Vladimir: Yeah, but what can you do?
Ilsa: Did you know Scott Peterson was a fertilizer salesman? How appropriate
Vladimir: I tried not to pay attention to that whole thing
Ilsa: I didn't know that until noe
Ilsa: now
Vladimir: If it wasn't about Brad/Jen or Bennifer (the 1st one) I wasn't interested
Message: Could not connect to network.
Vladimir: this thing is telling me it can't connect to the network
Ilsa: oh
Vladimir: yeah, I don't know either
Ilsa: so my sister is mad at me for not responding to her zillion emails about Bob
Vladimir: Type up a stock response and then use the same one everytime she emails you
Vladimir: Tell her Bob is gay. Out and very gay.
Ilsa: That would not explain him wanting to have sex with her. My stock response should be something like, "of course I'm listening" or "you are right, he is crazy"
Vladimir: How about "I'm sorry, I don't speak English"?
Ilsa: yeah, that's always a crowd pleaser
Vladimir: It always wows them at telemarketing offices
Ilsa: I'm sure they're still talking about ir
Ilsa: it
Vladimir: Did Dmitri call last night?
Ilsa: ?????
Vladimir: Your new man. Dmitri is the online code name for him
Ilsa: ahh, yes he did little squirrel
Vladimir: That's just wrong. What plans did y'all make?
Ilsa: Dinner and drinks Sunday night. What is wrong little squirrel or should you be Boris and I'll be Natasha
Vladimir: I'm Vladimir, hello!
Vladimir: Get with it, Ilsa
Ilsa: I know, but I'm in a Rocky & Bullwinkle zone right now
Vladimir: Watch me pull a rabbit out of this hat
Ilsa: hehe
Vladimir: You didn't do your line
Ilsa: I forgot, I'm sorry
Vladimir: You have to say a-GAIN in a high-pitched, feminine squirrel voice
Ilsa: ahh, a-GAINNNNN
Vladimir: better
Vladimir: next time, a little more butch, though
Ilsa: I'll try
Vladimir: I think Noxema is actually making my skin worse
Ilsa: really, how? Oily?
Vladimir: breaking out like crazy
Ilsa: yeah, you should use neutragena
Vladimir: I like the tingle from Noxema. And the intoxicating smell
Ilsa: yeah, well sniff it, don't let your skin suffer
Vladimir: But I bought two jars of it
Message: Ilsa is offline

Vladimir: How was the hoosegow?
Ilsa: splendid
Vladimir: always good to hear
Ilsa: I left my friggin id there now I have to go back tomorrow
Vladimir: Driver's license?
Ilsa: and bar card
Vladimir: They keep them?
Ilsa: when you sign in
Vladimir: Good to know
Ilsa: they're the only place that does
Vladimir: Hear about the guilty verdicts?
Ilsa: enron
Vladimir: yep
Ilsa: yes
Vladimir: We had a nice, pointless meeting at 1
Ilsa: yeah, how long did it last
Vladimir: In real time, 1/2 hour. In boredom time, it took hours
Ilsa: I see and how did you solve the lunch dilema
Vladimir: I opened my magic Spongebob lunchbox
Ilsa: well, if you had lunch there already, why were you wondering what to do?
Vladimir: I wasn't in the mood for it
Ilsa: ahhh
Vladimir: but i ate it anyway
Ilsa: you gave in to inerta
Vladimir: yes. the path of least resistance
Ilsa: so, what did you have?
Vladimir: my sandwich and a banana
Vladimir: and some roasted almonds
Ilsa: what kind of sandwich was it
Vladimir: PB&J
Vladimir: strawberry
Ilsa: I'm having mixed nuts right now
Vladimir: I just bet you are
Ilsa: salty
Vladimir: Mmmm, salty, salty nuts
Vladimir: I usually buy the lightly salted.
Ilsa: quite tasty
Vladimir: Mmm, cashews
Ilsa: cashews, macadamias, and almonds
Vladimir: oh my
Ilsa: you betcha
Vladimir: I'm leaving at 4 and going to the library
Ilsa: cool
Vladimir: they close fridays before 5 and are closed on Saturday because of the holiday
Ilsa: but today is Thurs
Vladimir: Yes. If I don't go tonight, I won't get any new books for the weekends
Ilsa: oh
Ilsa: I'm sure you can borrow some from Christopher's family
Vladimir: I read all the Where's Waldo books
Ilsa: hehe
Vladimir: and you spelled it wrong
Ilsa: what?
Vladimir: Kristopher, I think
Ilsa: How Arryan
Vladimir: sieg heil
Vladimir: grilled chicken salad for dinner
Ilsa: tuna salad or omlette
Vladimir: You and the omelettes
Vladimir: why don't you just marry them?
Ilsa: maybe I already did in a secret ceremony
Vladimir: nice
Vladimir: are you going to put ham, scallions, tomatoes and cheese in it?
Ilsa: no tomato, no ham but yes scallions, white onions, chives, cheese
Vladimir: I could go for a skillet thing. With eggs, potatoes, peppers, tomatoes and cheese
Vladimir: and some toast on the side
Ilsa: come on over, just bring the ingredients I don't have and I'll make it for you
Vladimir: Mommy just asked what the plural of 'list' is
Ilsa: did you kick her in the teeth
Vladimir: No, I'm just mocking her online
Ilsa: not quite as satisfying but close
Vladimir: It involves less lawsuits
Vladimir: and crying
Ilsa: well, unless someone leaves the email on her desk like my sister did
Vladimir: Huh?
Ilsa: I'll tell you later
Vladimir: Ok. I'll be on pins and needles
Ilsa: call me when you get home
Vladimir: believe me, I just might
Ilsa: k, coming over for a skillet?
Vladimir: No, I have to go to the library
Ilsa: okay,
Vladimir: It's more than a book, you know
Ilsa: peace out

Ilsa: hola
Vladimir: guten tag
Ilsa: ach du liber
Vladimir: faith and begorra
Ilsa: Jesus, Joseph & Mary
Vladimir: why you gotta bring them into it?
Ilsa: aren't they in everything already?
Vladimir: not the bhagavad gita
Ilsa: true, will you please tell me sister to stop sending me emails about Bob
Vladimir: Bob?
Ilsa: her ex-boyfriend that is married but keeps sniffing aroung
Ilsa: around
Vladimir: I thought Mike was her ex-boyfriend?
Ilsa: he is her current ex-boyfriend but Bob was the ex before him
Vladimir: wasn't that like 10 years ago?
Ilsa: yes, but she keeps in contact w/him
Vladimir: Slut
Ilsa: yes, but the worst kind in that she keeps him around but won't actually sleep w/him'
Vladimir: Cocktease, slut
Ilsa: that's about the size of it
Vladimir: Speaking of slutty, isn't today your big date?
Ilsa: Whatever, I already met him this a.m. for coffee and I really like him, he's calling tonight to set up a date for this weekend
Vladimir: Oh, it was this morning? What's he like?
Ilsa: smart, shy, funny
Vladimir: any nudity yet?
Ilsa: no, shame on you
Vladimir: Shame on me? Yeah, ok
Ilsa: I'm listening to superfreak
Vladimir: I'm listening to the guy in the next cube type
Vladimir: What's the new guy's name?
Ilsa: Dmitri
Vladimir: Do we have a nickname for him yet?
Ilsa: not yet
Vladimir: artist, right?
Ilsa: yes, graphic artist
Vladimir: Where does he work?
Ilsa: for himself
Vladimir: Hmm, nice
Vladimir: I wish you would have been dating him a year and a half ago.
Ilsa: for your damn logo
Vladimir: Of course
Vladimir: I could have saved $120
Ilsa: yes, how selfish and short-sighted of me
Vladimir: I wasn't blaming you, I just said it would have been nice, is all.
Ilsa: I know, I was kidding
Ilsa: He blushed
Vladimir: At what? Your bawdy jokes?
Ilsa: No, he was just nervous. I thought it was cute
Vladimir: You weren't talking about your sexcapades, were you?
Ilsa: He said he was a dork, I said I like dorks
Ilsa: no, he might have a heart attack
Vladimir: How old is this one?
Ilsa: 45
Vladimir: Wow
Ilsa: that's what he said
Vladimir: about what?
Ilsa: the age difference
Vladimir: Don't you know ages on the website?
Ilsa: yes, but I guess it just hit me.
Vladimir: I guess it's not that big of a deal.
Ilsa: not really
Vladimir: Can we call him 'gramps'?
Ilsa: probably but he won't hear it. Get it? hehe
Vladimir: Let's ask him where he was the day Kennedy was shot
Ilsa: funny boy
Vladimir: He might remember
Vladimir: that was in, what, '63?
Ilsa: Did you know what Ginger Spice's baby's name is
Vladimir: Ginger? Cumin? Allspice?
Vladimir: Cinnamon?
Ilsa: Bluebell Madonna
Vladimir: I'm going to vomit
Vladimir: Who's the daddy?
Ilsa: she won't say but speculation is that is a hollywood screenwriter
Vladimir: we think it's Jason Lee
Ilsa: Sacha Gervasi
Ilsa is offline
Ilsa is now online
Ilsa: sorry, I got disconnected
Vladimir: Loser
Vladimir: what's for lunch?
Ilsa: not sure yet
Vladimir: I'm hungry
Vladimir: Starrrrrrrving
Ilsa: sorry, had a call. Don' know yet
Ilsa: what are you doing for unch
Vladimir: No clue
Vladimir: food, hopefully
Ilsa: anything more specific?
Vladimir: Not at this time. Trying to decide.
Vladimir: i could go for some roast chicken
Ilsa: yummy
Vladimir: or a turkey club sandwich and fries
Vladimir: spaghetti and meatballs
Ilsa: omlette
Vladimir: Nah. Maybe some curry chicken
Ilsa: I'm having a banana now
Vladimir: I have a banana on my desk
Ilsa: eat it
Vladimir: That will spoil my appetite if I have a real lunch
Ilsa: naw, it will only whet it
Vladimir: I want a nice diner lunch. grilled cheese, fries, soup
Ilsa: where are you going to go/
Vladimir: Wishful thinking, I guess. No diners around here. Any diners near you?
Ilsa: Umm, yeah a couple. Hey what about that place in the Brownstones, Potty Belly sandwiches?
Vladimir: yeah, that's ok
Ilsa: My associate is licking my arm
Vladimir: maybe I'll just get in my car and drive away
Ilsa: to Cedarburg
Vladimir: I should
Vladimir: Zoooooooooooooooom
Ilsa: I have to go to the jail
Vladimir: For...?
Ilsa: to smack a client around
Vladimir: fun. when?
Ilsa: about 15 mins or so. Have you decided on a lunch spot/
Vladimir: Nope. I might just leave
Ilsa: ahh
Ilsa: you shoulda done that yesterday
Ilsa: well, I'll talk to ya later

Ilsa: so, did you set up an apt to see that house across the alley from me? Are you gonna be popping another Benadryl tonight?
Vladimir: I'm going to make chicken breasts marinated in balsamic vinegar and rosemary.
Vladimir: Or macaroni and cheese
Ilsa: ummm, okay
Vladimir: Nicole Richie and her boyfriend have broken up again.
Ilsa: I know, he probably wanted her to eat a sandwich and she refused
Vladimir: Ha!
Vladimir: And according to Us Magazine, Denise Richards is a man-stealing whore.
Ilsa: well that's according to everyone
Vladimir: I never thought that about her. Talentless bimbo, sure.
Ilsa: well, she was all over Ritchie Sambora, I think that qualifies as a man-stealing whore
Vladimir: But him and Heather split up.
Ilsa: yeah, but best friends don't bed best friend's so-to-be-exes. They were actually trying to work on their marriage. Well, I guess only Heather was
Vladimir: Heather and Denise were best friends? Since when?
Ilsa: umm, like 10 yrs
Vladimir: Oh. I guess I never cared that much
Vladimir: I have lost all respect for Heather Locklear now.
Ilsa: for Heather? Because she was friends with the stupid whore?
Vladimir: Yeah
Vladimir: Whoo. Just Can't Get Enough
Ilsa: what about my question about the house?
Vladimir: what about it?
Ilsa: did you do ir?
Ilsa: it
Vladimir: What?
Ilsa: My very first question to you was whether or not you set up an appointment to look at the house or if you would be popping Benedryl and you responded with the chicken breast comment
Vladimir: No way. I'm going to buy a duplex and be a mean evil landlord and kick someone out on their ass
Ilsa: noooo. You have to be my neighbor so we can terrorize the neighborhood
Vladimir: No, I can't afford to buy the size house I want. I'll have to stick with a duplex or condo. But not some arty-farty condo that costs the same as a duplex.
Ilsa: poo
Vladimir: I should leave the country
Ilsa: yes, immediately
Vladimir: I'd move to Ireland, but I can't stand being around drunks
Ilsa: and yet you hang around your family
Vladimir: My family aren't drunks. Crazy assholes, maybe
Ilsa: oh right, I was thinking of mine
Vladimir: Heh. You're Irish?
Ilsa: Partially
Vladimir: gaelic scum
Vladimir: I'm kidding. I love the Irish!
Ilsa: I saw the perfect tshirt for you, that I might just get
Vladimir: "You say potato, I say Flaming Queer"?
Ilsa: no, it's about Canadians
Vladimir: What's it say? Stay in your own country, you fucking canucks?
Ilsa: something like that
Vladimir: Sweet
Vladimir: Let's mail one to Anne Murray
Vladimir: Oh, and Jim Carrey
Ilsa: YES
Vladimir: Hurry before he makes another movie
Ilsa: YES, he must be stopped
Vladimir: I got your fun with dick and jane right here, Carrey!
Ilsa: I actually liked the original, I can only imagine how he screwed it up
Vladimir: I don't believe I've ever seen the original, but the remake commercials gave me hives.
Ilsa: It was actually pretty good, George Segal and Jane Fonda
Vladimir: The posters for the new one in Best Buy make Tea Leoni look like she's packing heat, if you know what I mean.
Ilsa: oh dear, I hope her pr person was fired
Vladimir: Let's make fun of the Scottish
Ilsa: k, You know my ex-husband was Scottish so that will be easy
Vladimir: Ahh, yes. I should have guessed
Vladimir: Did he enjoy his dram of whisky?
Ilsa: actually not a whiskey drinker
Vladimir: roll in fields of heather?
Ilsa: damn solicitors
Vladimir: Why are they rolling in fields of heather?
Ilsa: thwy should be rolling under a bus
Vladimir: do you mean salesmen or English lawyers?
Ilsa: salesmen
Vladimir: selling what?
Ilsa: American Express
Vladimir: Ahh, the 'convenience' of paying $75 a year membership fee all so you can pay off your entire balance every month.
Ilsa: yeah, how stupid is that
Vladimir: But, Ilsa, it's the 'prestige'
Ilsa: They can cram it
Vladimir: Now I feel like watching a caber toss
Ilsa: okay, I believe the Highlander games are in June
Vladimir: where?
Ilsa: I think at the Bavarian Inn
Vladimir: the restaurant? not much room to toss cabers in there
Ilsa: no, outside
Vladimir: I should go. I'll email Curry and see if he's participating.
Ilsa: Is he Scottish? I didn't know Curry was a Scottish name
Vladimir: Aye, lass, 'tis
Ilsa: hmm
Vladimir: Some of those knives he has are the scottish kilt knives
Ilsa: Is that a Scottish kilt knife or are you just happy to see me?
Vladimir: She'll be here all week folks!
Ilsa: unfortunately it's true
Vladimir: I should make Princess Tofu go to Scots Fest and trick her into eating haggis.
Ilsa: She must be pretty dumb if you can trick her into that
Vladimir: I can always try
Vladimir: I doubt she'll fall for it
Ilsa: Maybe you can get the troll to do it
Vladimir: The thought makes me quesy
Vladimir: My lunch tasted extra special because it came out of my Spongebob lunchbox.
Ilsa: special is the word alright
Vladimir: And I used my "wonder bread" plastic sandwich holder instead of a plastic bag.
Vladimir: it's a plastic container shaped like pieces of bread, so your sandwich fits in nice and snug
Ilsa: oh lord
Vladimir: and it came from my house, so it has cat hair all over it
Vladimir: Sweet! Britney Spears!
Vladimir: I'm A Slave 4U
Ilsa: I'm listening to Bombay the Hard Way
Vladimir: I win
Vladimir: Run to the store and get me some aged balsamic vinegar, split top wheat bread, deli turkey and ground turkey if it's on sale. Oh and some hearts of romaine, a cucumber and some vine-ripened tomatoes.
Ilsa: already did that
Vladimir: Is it upacked and ready to use?
Ilsa: yup
Vladimir: cool. You're the best
Ilsa: yes I am
Ilsa: Let's go to Art Bar
Vladimir: They might notice I'm not here
Ilsa: probably not
Vladimir: I think they're kind of retarded, but not blind
Ilsa: put a dummy in your chair
Vladimir: too late
Ilsa: will you please kill me?
Vladimir: Sure. Do you want to know about it? Or should it be a surprise?
Ilsa: no, just do it today
Vladimir: Too late for a mail bomb or a booby trap.
Vladimir: hee, I said 'booby'
Ilsa: just bring me some poison on your way home
Vladimir: Ok
Vladimir: I'm so bored over here I actually volunteered to do some of Chris' work
Vladimir: I was cruelly rebuffed
Ilsa: wow, he must be really bored too
Vladimir: or principaled. sucker
Vladimir: only the one who inflicts pain, can take it away
Ilsa: true
Vladimir: erotic
Vladimir: belly dancing class tonight?
Ilsa: no, that was yesterday. Just plain old work out night
Vladimir: that's still fun
Ilsa: true
Vladimir: bake some cookies
Ilsa: I think I'll clean
Vladimir: I need to de-sand my bathroom
Ilsa: good idea
Vladimir: it's like walking on the beach in there
Ilsa: hehe'
Vladimir: well, i have an hour and a half before I can sneak out of here
Ilsa: k, well I'll be here
Vladimir: have fun

Guido: That's the way love goes
Lola: dare I ask?
Guido: Janet Jackson. It was on the radio as I was driving in
Lola: I see. Wazzup?
Guido: Jack
Lola: wow, I just found out one of my clients is being released on the same day as his court appearance
Guido: Is that good or bad?
Lola: It's good and it's a good thing I called today or I would not have reached him
Guido: I like grilled cheese
Lola: okay, then
Guido: I brought my lunch today in my Spongebob Squarepants lunchbox
Lola: you're gonna make a lot of friends
Guido: Here? Yeah, whatever. Like I need a bunch more morons as friends
Guido: I have a PB&J and a Little Debbie snack treat
Lola: I'm a little worried about you
Guido: It's pretty healthy
Guido: I also have a banana
Lola: I tried calling you last night
Guido: I wasn't on this plane
Lola: ahhh, Benadryl
Guido: sure, yeah, that's it
Lola: Oh right, you were astrally projecting again
Guido: I guess I have to start pretending to work
Lola: me too, talk to you later

Lola: ready to go to Cedarburg now?
Guido: sure
Lola: k, right after Best Buy, drive here and then we'll hop in my car, Thelma & Louise style
Guido: you mean like bad actors?
Guido: You'll be happy to know that last night David went pee pee in the potty twice!
Lola: ummm, who is David?
Guido: The mongoloid child. "Mommy's" kid
Lola: oh, yes I couldn't sleep because I was so worried if he'd ever do that
Guido: Why isn't my 'I' region batch finished yet?
Lola: Because it hates you
Guido: Probably
Lola: k, let's get some wine
Guido: whine?
Lola: no, I have that already
Guido: what's for lunch?
Lola: nothing because you're going to Best Buy and I wanted to go to lunch with you
Guido: I have to wait for my batch jobs to finish
Lola: Can you go to that Indian place when your batch finishes?
Guido: which Indian place?
Lola: on Bluemound w/ the really good buffet
Guido: Saffron? Mezbahn?
Guido: Autobahn?
Guido: Jessica Hahn?
Lola: I think Saffron
Guido: I was in the mood for Autobahn
Lola: well, who isn't
Guido: I need some gold star stickers
Lola: ummm, okay
Guido: so I can give myself gold stars for good work
Lola: maybe Bob will
Guido: Bob rules
Lola: so lunch or no lunch with me?
Guido: I have to wait until my crap finishes
Lola: I know but do we have an e.t.a
Guido: unfortunately, not at this time
Lola: crap
Lola: i hate your job
Guido: besides, bossman is gone right now
Lola: so you're in charge?
Guido: No, but I have to clear leaving early with him
Guido: at least for now
Lola: ahhh
Guido: I need to put in a wireless network and hook up a webcam so I can watch the associates.
Lola: hehe. I'm signing off so you can call me on either line if you want. I'm going to lunch w/dad
Guido: Hi dad!
Guido: when will you be back?
Lola: probably 2
Guido: wow, 2?
Lola: yup, livin' large
Guido: whoo hoo
Lola: peace, I'm not leaving yet though

Guido: Our working relationship needs to be terminated. Right here. Right now.
Lola: ummm, was it the fact that I put acid in your coffee?
Guido: I thought that was Skinny N Sweet. It looks almost the same, except for the little skull and crossbones on the label.
Lola: I know, I always confuse the two
Guido: It wasn't a bad episode, but I totally knew it was going to be a twin
Lola: oh, you must have powers as well
Guido: I see stupid people. I see them everywhere. And most of them don't even know they're stupid.
Lola: welcome to my world
Guido: what's on the schedule for today?
Lola: yelling at probation agents. And you?
Guido: Nothing quite as fun. I did bring in some rooting hormone and potted a plant. Other than that, no solid plans
Lola: oh, are you at the other location?
Guido: No
Lola: let's go to Target
Guido: been there
Lola: today?
Guido: no, last week
Lola: soooo, that was last week
Guido: I haven't run out of anything yet
Guido: except patience
Lola: you don't need anything to go to Target. Let's go to Cedarburg
Guido: I'm kind of working here
Lola: kinda
Guido: they might notice if I left
Lola: doubtful, Bib
Lola: Bob
Guido: they'd wonder why no one was being insulted
Lola: perhaps you could some wave sounds on your computer???
Guido: Make it sounds like it has Tourette's?
Lola: yup
Guido: BITCH, BITCH, BITCH. GrrrrWWWWLL. UNGH, UNGH.
Lola: see, let's go
Guido: I have to go to Best Buy at lunch.
Lola: what are you gettin
Guido: Something
Lola: really
Guido: A new CD
Lola: too embarrassed to say who?
Guido: I'm not embarrased for me, I'm embarrassed for your closed mind.
Lola: spill it
Guido: Dixie Chicks
Lola: Just because you heard their song last night?
Guido: I did?
Lola: on the show
Guido: really? I wasn't paying that much attention. I'm buying it because they aren't getting a lot of play on country music stations anymore. I want to make sure the album debuts at #1 on the charts to give a big 'fuck you' to the red states.
Lola: ahhh, well the song that they kept playing during the dream sequences was theirs
Guido: Okay
Guido: I also own their other three albums
Lola: Don't they have more than 3?
Lola: They've been around a long time
Guido: I think this upcoming one is the 4th
Lola: Well, you are the Dixie Chix expert. Perhaps you could ask Fatima
Guido: Why? She's morally obligated to hate them.
Lola: yeah, but she used to like them before the Bush thing, I'll bet
Guido: Yeah, and French wine. Look where that got France.
Lola: hey, call me on my office line later if you want. I'm signing off for now
Guido: Ok, Ilsa
Lola: k, Vlad

Guido: what are you doing up?
Zeke: not sleepy
Guido: so what are you doing? Online games?
Zeke: scrabble
Guido: who's winning?
Zeke: dunno
Guido: Are fake tattoos big with kids over there?
Zeke: dunno
Zeke: i think it was
Guido: Well, it might be again
Zeke: whyso?
Guido: You'll find out. Probably sometime this week.
Zeke: heh
Guido: Track down the car battery yet?
Zeke: tried to call them
Zeke: not getting thru
Zeke: wrote to them
Zeke: no reply
Guido: Do you know we have stores here dedicated to nothing but batteries?
Zeke: how do you mean?
Guido: All they sell is different types of batteries.
Zeke: mhm
Guido: Which I know doesn't help you, but I thought it was an interesting fact
Zeke: if you think so
Zeke: you at work?
Guido: Yep
Guido: mid-afternoon
Zeke: hmm
Zeke: wanted to go to kerala with the kids
Guido: when?
Zeke: can't get a fix on it
Guido: Just to go? Or for a reason?
Zeke: lot of things here
Guido: Rent a boat and go up and down the backwaters
Zeke: hmm
Guido: And take some pictures
Zeke: heh
Guido: If the battery thing becomes a hassle, let me know and I can see about getting another car.
Zeke: the cars fine i think man
Zeke: lets see
Zeke: else i send them a lawyerss notice
Zeke: works most times
Guido: ok
Zeke: will try to call them tom
Guido: give 'em hell
Guido: or whatever the Hindu version is
Zeke: hmm
Guido: I guess you don't have a hell. You just get reincarnated as something low.
Zeke: right
Zeke: i remember one such
Zeke: a rapist
Guido: It wasn't the raping that was the problem, it was the poisoned cows, thank you very much
Zeke: well figurative
Zeke: raped the holy cows' lives
Guido: I think I pinched some girls' bums, too
Zeke: ooooh
Zeke: i hope they hadn't washed it
Zeke: hehe
Guido: You're very odd
Guido: Besides, I atoned for most of my issues
Guido: At least for the ones I committed back then
Zeke: heh
Guido: I have to figure out where my village was
Zeke: have the name?
Guido: It's on the tape, I think, but he's so hard to understand. I'll have to have one of my cricket buddies over to listen to it and see if he can make it out. All I can get is the name Saathu Prakash.
Guido: Saadhu?
Zeke: sethu
Guido: really?
Zeke: you didn't put it on here
Zeke: so i guesws it must be that
Guido: I though it was the name that meant 'holy' or 'saint' or something
Zeke: heh
Zeke: try google: "sethu prakash rapist"
Guido: I think not
Zeke: heh
Zeke: you might find your illegitimate kids alive
Guido: Ha! Google "Pradeep Kumar" rapist
Guido: Many, many hits
Zeke: heh
Guido: Kids were never mentioned
Zeke: hehe
Guido: at least not illegitimate. In fact he never said anything about marriage at all
Zeke: hehe
Guido: All I know is I repented and lived the rest of my life doing good
Zeke: excellent
Zeke: but that lil bit is left
Guido: I'm sure I've added to it by now
Zeke: ahhh
Zeke: confessions of a cow killer
Guido: But putting up with you has greatly decreased my karmic load, I'm sure
Zeke: why drag me into it?
Zeke: me, the perfect human being
Guido: Excuse me. I'm laughing so hard over here, I think I might pass out
Zeke: your current fetish?: tickling yourself?
Zeke: tch tch
Guido: I'm ignoring that.
Zeke: heh
Guido: Your son emailed me. He's upset about your building's stupid 'no pets' rule
Zeke: i am happy abou8t it
Guido: What have you got against a cute little kitten or puppy?
Zeke: can''t handle
Guido: You could name it Bob or Sparky.
Zeke: danny more like it
Zeke: i better go crash man
Guido: Ok, man
Zeke: else will sit the whole night thru
Zeke: whats hapening to the house?
Guido: Nothing. Still looking at duplexes
Guido: Housing prices are dropping, but still pretty high
Zeke: interest rates are going up
Guido: I know
Guido: it will even out
Guido: well, go to bed
Zeke: mhm
Zeke: seeya later
Guido: namaste, fucker

Guido: hey mister piya
Peter: Hello
Peter: Whats up
Guido: Nothing. At work.
Guido: what are you doing?
Peter: trying to do my homework now
Guido: Am I interrupting?
Peter: That's okay
Guido: What subject?
Peter: Business ethics
Peter: Boring
Guido: Ethics is fun!
Peter: yeah right
Guido: That's a lie. Stealing and cheating are fun. Ethics is for losers.
Guido: Need me to help with any ethical dilemmas?
Peter: No thanks
Guido: Don't trust me, eh?
Peter: It s all abt theories
Peter: I trust u
Peter: do u trust me?
Guido: really? with ethics? you probably shouldn't
Peter: Really, I shouldnt trust u
Peter: ?
Guido: Heh
Guido: You can trust me
Peter: thoguht u said I probaly shoudlnt?
Guido: I'm just presenting you with an ethical situation
Peter: okay
Guido: If you want me to write your ethics paper, let me know
Peter: Are u serious?
Peter: Will u do it for me?
Guido: Would that be ethical?
Peter: According to me, yes
Guido: Well, seeing as how I didn't take the class, I doubt that anything I write would get a passing grade
Peter: haha
Peter: Anyway dont worry abt it
Guido: Ok man. Have fun with your schoolwork
Peter: okay thanks

Guido: Hey haggis
Princess Tofu: Hey asshole!
Guido: Um, that's not very nice
Princess Tofu: Who said I was nice?
Guido: certainly not your mother
Princess Tofu: Leave my mother out of this! She's a Saint!
Guido: Well, she is crippletastic
Princess Tofu: Crippleness is next to Godliness!
Guido: Ok, psycho
Princess Tofu: Hey Jackass, I'm going to be spending the day with my mom at her Post Polio group talking cripple stufff.:|
Guido: All day?
Princess Tofu: For a good portion of it, and then I got invited to dinner.
Guido: Good for you!
Princess Tofu: You don't mean that ! Bitch!
Guido: I'm totally sincere.
Princess Tofu: Liar!
Guido: That hurts. Just so you know, I'm blogging all my chat session. Except the naughty ones.
Princess Tofu: Fantastic! I'll be famous!;)
Guido: I change the names
Princess Tofu: Bastard!
Guido: To protect the innocent. Meaning me.
Princess Tofu: That
Princess Tofu: is just not nice!
Guido: Who said I was nice?
Guido: Oooh, that came back to bite you in the ass, didn't it?
Princess Tofu: How so?
Guido: You said the same thing before
Princess Tofu: Ass!
Guido: Well, fine, you just enjoy the day with family
Princess Tofu: I have to take a shower now. We have to get there early enough to have snacks.
Guido: handi-snacks?
Princess Tofu: Handicapped handi-snacks!
Guido: handicapable handi-snacks
Princess Tofu: The hell you say!
Guido: fine, go have fun. I'll just sit here quietly crying
Princess Tofu: Wipe those little tears!:'(Let's do something next saturday.
Guido: Something illegal?
Princess Tofu: God I hope so!
Guido: Ok. Have fun.
Princess Tofu: I'll try! See ya! hugs and kisses to all!
Guido: Buh-bye

GUIDO: hey snagglepuss
LOLA: hey giget
GUIDO: you mean gidget? Like Sally Field?
LOLA: yup, oops
GUIDO: Thanks, I am perky
LOLA: yes, yes you are and light up any room
GUIDO: I can turn the world on with my smile
LOLA: oh, now you're mtm
GUIDO: I just mean generically.
GUIDO: I'm bored
LOLA: me too
GUIDO: at least you're home
LOLA: true
GUIDO: Call a meeting with your associates
LOLA: I did but they needed to leave for court
GUIDO: I'm sure mine are trying to scale the bookshelves to get at the Greenies(C)
LOLA: probably
GUIDO: Ahh Celine Dion
LOLA: whattttt???
GUIDO: she's on the radio
LOLA: how did that happen
GUIDO: it's online
GUIDO: i don't know
GUIDO: i'm too lazy to change it
LOLA: you must be feeling reaaaaallly lazy
GUIDO: it's not that bad. it's that one about her kid
LOLA: it is that bad
GUIDO: it's already over
GUIDO: now we're into Madonna
GUIDO: I'll Remember
LOLA: yeah
LOLA: not one of my faves though
GUIDO: That whole album is pretty blah
LOLA: which one is that?
GUIDO: the one with all the slow songs on it
GUIDO: her ballads collection
LOLA: what's the name?
GUIDO: I have no idea
GUIDO: it's in a box in my back room if you want to go dig for it
LOLA: oh
LOLA: sure, I'm here anyway
GUIDO: something to remember
LOLA: oh, we'll try to forget. hehe
GUIDO: too late
GUIDO: Stand up and Vogue
LOLA: I am
GUIDO: me too!
LOLA: it's so liberating
LOLA: I'm listening to Depeche Mode
GUIDO: Uh, Avril Lavigne? I don't fucking think so
GUIDO: Which Depeche Mode?
LOLA: Love In Itself
GUIDO: I should put in Personal Jesus
LOLA: I heart that song
GUIDO: I just like the album title. Violator.
GUIDO: That should be my porn name
LOLA: I thought it would be Vlad the Impaler
GUIDO: Ooh, I like that!
LOLA: I thought you would
GUIDO: Survivor tonight? or is that over?
LOLA: It is over
GUIDO: Gonna watch the Will & Grace finalé?
LOLA: probably tape it
GUIDO: First hour is a retrospective
LOLA: puke
GUIDO: You'll laugh, you'll cry
GUIDO: You know what they're probably going to show, though, don't you?
LOLA: old fashioned piano party
GUIDO: SHUT UP, Patti Lupone!
LOLA: that would be good
GUIDO: I should get that for my computer
LOLA: yeah
GUIDO: and the best friend/arch enemy one
LOLA: I want the one where Rosario calls Karen a drunken donut
GUIDO: Heehee
GUIDO: Good stuff
GUIDO: I found "Up yours, Count Drunkula"
LOLA: that's good
LOLA: but not as good as the others
GUIDO: I'm gonna so mad when my mood elevators wear off. Hee
LOLA: hehe
GUIDO: I should start calling people "poodle"
LOLA: Yes and Smitty
GUIDO: Nah, I think I'll stick with Moron and Jackass
LOLA: always a wise choice
GUIDO: what's for din-din?
LOLA: dunno yet
GUIDO: I might have a salad with homemade parmesan peppercorn dressing
LOLA: yum
GUIDO: It's quite the tasty little dish
LOLA: Well, I'm going to try to do some work
GUIDO: Ok, poodle
LOLA: Shut up, Patti Lapone