Slang and Surrealism in Conversation

Gooning away. I don't know how to copy lame. I'll get a

taper fade. Don't look smacks or they'll hoofify you. Mewing all day.

You'll be risen all the huds if you say, "Six, seven."

Six, seven. "Forty-one." Six, seven.

"Holy peak. John Fork's mugging you." Start digging in your butt.

That's just my luck. I got three evil domers calking diddy blots.

'Cause "kalk" is short for "calculator." We're just using slang. You say,

"Six, seven," I say, "L-M-N-O-P." "Six, seven."