Lyrics Stupid Bullshit on the Phone - George Carlin

Stupid Bullshit on the Phone - George Carlin
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Date of issue: 31.03.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Laugh.com
Song language: English

Stupid Bullshit on the Phone

Same people on the phone.
Same people on the phone, don’t know when to hang up, don’t know when the conversation is over.
Dumb, trivial shit.
Dumb questions.
“So what are you guys going to do five summers from now?
We haven’t made any plans.
Marge wants to go to the beach.
The kids kind of like it at the lake, and I want to go to the mountains.
Grandma wants to visit her sister in Frog Balls, Arkansas.
How about you?
Have you made any plans?
It’s never too early to make plans.
We're going to Norway in 2025. Did you know that up until the 1950's, Norway's economy was based largely on fishing, but now, thanks to improved drilling techniques and the expansion of the global economy…” Once again, once again, searching
through your mind for something gentle you can say.
“Blow it out your ass,” comes to mind.
Or shut your fucking pie-hole.
Or if your friend prefers cake, shut your fucking cake-hole.
But you can’t say these things, and you can’t use body language on the phone.
Well, you could always amuse yourself, you know.
Or if it’s your mother, you show your mother respect;
you put her on speakerphone.
But that doesn’t move the conversation along.
You have to find another trick.
And I go to tone of voice.
Did you ever use your tone of voice to try to talk them into a soft landing?
You try to coax the person toward the end.
“Right.
Good.
OK.
Good.
All right then.
Good.
Great.
OK.
Good.
OK, OK.
All right.
Oh, fuck, there he goes again.
That cocksucker.
“You remember my neighbor with the burns on 90 percent of her body?
Well, she burned the other 10 percent now.
She was lighting a fart, and her bush caught fire.”
“Listen, listen, Reverend.”
“Reverend, Reverend, I hate to be rude, but I just took a three and a half hour shit, and I’m bleeding from the asshole.
Well, I don’t have any mercurochrome.
Yes.
Yeah, I’ll put a Snoopy band-aid on it.
Thank you.
Yeah, thank you.
You do that for me.
Yes, say a prayer for my asshole.
Thank you very much.”

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