Wet Cement
Our cold open for this episode had Michael rushing into the office, demanding suggestions on what he should engrave for all eternity into a block of wet cement. The reaction of the Officemates was priceless. I too work with a slow talker (you know who you are! ;-) and I’m the Kelly of the department—so Lord knows, I would’ve totally said the same thing. Everybody needs a Claratin advisor like Pam (to make things clearer, natch).
Mad Libs= What Libs?
Someone needs to translate the purpose of Mad Libs to me, because I’m still not sure WTF they are or how the game is played.
Pam’s glasses
Oh Pam, how you got short-shifted this episode. The deleted scenes reminded m
e how blind I truly am without my glasses and the blurry view of the office was dead on. Although my perception doesn’t quite cause me to miss the phone, I certainly wouldn’t be able to identify Ryan from 10 feet away. As other Jammers surely squeed, as did I at Pam’s confession that she’d spent the night at her “friend’s” house. We could read the subtext in that line. For once, I could actually agree with Michael: those glasses were seriously ugly. Pam needs a serious update. By the way Kelly and Phyllis can kiss my glasses wearing behind. Plenty of glasses-wearing girls are hot. And at least Kevin agrees with me.
The Stuttering of the Beautiful and Sassy Black Man
I swear that every so often I literally break out in to, “Did I stutter” and do a Stanley impression. Craziest title, but the best line ever. I think it might even beat out Pretzel Day. Leave it to Michael to miraculously avoid giving Stanley fluffy fingers (or a Newsies dance routine for that matter) and instead approaches him with genuine business manager attitude. Go figure!
Ryan
Ryan can suck
it. WTF, half-beardy? If you fire my boyfriend Jim, I’ll come down to New York and kick your scrawny ass.
Hey Ryan I’ve got a Mad-Lib for you: A moron named Ryan is trying to fire Chris’ fake boyfriend. I will kill him.
Clearly, I don’t know what a Mad-Lib is.
On a final note…
Jim if you fake propose to Pamela Morgan Beesly one more time, you will cause me to have a heart condition. Do it for realsies already, will you?
Our cold open for this episode had Michael rushing into the office, demanding suggestions on what he should engrave for all eternity into a block of wet cement. The reaction of the Officemates was priceless. I too work with a slow talker (you know who you are! ;-) and I’m the Kelly of the department—so Lord knows, I would’ve totally said the same thing. Everybody needs a Claratin advisor like Pam (to make things clearer, natch).
Mad Libs= What Libs?
Someone needs to translate the purpose of Mad Libs to me, because I’m still not sure WTF they are or how the game is played.
Pam’s glasses
Oh Pam, how you got short-shifted this episode. The deleted scenes reminded m
e how blind I truly am without my glasses and the blurry view of the office was dead on. Although my perception doesn’t quite cause me to miss the phone, I certainly wouldn’t be able to identify Ryan from 10 feet away. As other Jammers surely squeed, as did I at Pam’s confession that she’d spent the night at her “friend’s” house. We could read the subtext in that line. For once, I could actually agree with Michael: those glasses were seriously ugly. Pam needs a serious update. By the way Kelly and Phyllis can kiss my glasses wearing behind. Plenty of glasses-wearing girls are hot. And at least Kevin agrees with me.The Stuttering of the Beautiful and Sassy Black Man
I swear that every so often I literally break out in to, “Did I stutter” and do a Stanley impression. Craziest title, but the best line ever. I think it might even beat out Pretzel Day. Leave it to Michael to miraculously avoid giving Stanley fluffy fingers (or a Newsies dance routine for that matter) and instead approaches him with genuine business manager attitude. Go figure!
Ryan
Ryan can suck
it. WTF, half-beardy? If you fire my boyfriend Jim, I’ll come down to New York and kick your scrawny ass.Hey Ryan I’ve got a Mad-Lib for you: A moron named Ryan is trying to fire Chris’ fake boyfriend. I will kill him.
Clearly, I don’t know what a Mad-Lib is.
On a final note…
Jim if you fake propose to Pamela Morgan Beesly one more time, you will cause me to have a heart condition. Do it for realsies already, will you?
