Chatterbox Companion Gifts

'Stop me if you've heard this.'

'I've always wanted to be enigmatic, but I talk too much.'

"Yes Dad, I passed math and now I'm passing chemistry and physics."

'Humans are so considerate: They put perches like these for us on every one of their houses...'

"Sorry Tina, I won't be able to come over: Joey is finally asleep and I don't dare move..."

Pretty girls listen patiently. They know you'll soon get tongue-tied and won't be able to talk anymore.

Moo Out Loud

"I've had a lot of exercise today! I jumped to several conclusions, ran my mouth on the phone, and I just cycled through 500 cable channels!"

Fred's new phone plan included unlimited Dada.

"I like them. They hate the same things we do."

'... and finally, before tip-off, let's all be courteous and turn off our cell phones.'

'I don't like her line of gossip - it's never about anyone I know.'

'I don't get it. He's got only one tongue and two ears, but he talks twice as much as he listens.'

"I told you never to call me here."

'What do you mean I've wolfed that down? You've never stopped nattering!'

Flotation Device on the Phone

'Have you heard the news about Susan in logistics?...'

The Exhaustive Bro Catch Up

'Can't we ever just have a conversation?'

'Be careful what you say around Marjorie...'

"He talks at 100 miles an hour." "With gusts up to 120."

Time for Tea

Mummies and babies having a natter over lunch.

At Gossips Anonymous...

"She can be outspoken."

Eric knew where all the real slappers hang out.

"If you think I talk too much, you should come right out say so! That way we can talk about it."

"Who's up for some commercially successful music?"

"Don't you hate it when someone answers their own questions? I do."

'Since we modified your daughter's digital cellular structure, she's experienced a lot of ringing in her ears. If you need me to check her status, I'll be on call.'

'I gotta go - we're discussing my compulsive communicatoins disorder.'

"We don't communicate any more..."

'Tell me a little bit about yourself.'

"It's not that I dislike being dead. It's just that death is for dead guys, you know..." Woody Allen dies, but his body keeps talking and talking and talking.

Verbal blogger.