Chatterbox Fan Pillows

Gossip Radio.

"Why do you keep saying I have the right to remain silent."

"Could you please focus on the objective of this meeting, Tom... you can get back to your 300 followers later."

Moo Out Loud

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

The Mating Call of the Modern Youth

Another Filibuster from the Secretary of the Interior of My Car

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

'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.'

'Charles is a linguist. He speaks three language...golf, baseball and football.'

Let's tell the folks in the Garlic Belt there's no budget for steps 2 and 3.

The Exhaustive Bro Catch Up

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

Person talks on phone as other blogs.

"I can't believe this! All these filthy messages on your cell phone! And so many of them! What is it? 100? 500? 1,000?"

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

Now showing - "What's the least noisy film we can chat through?"

'Maybe the first couple of times, but believe me, the 'Are you following my Tweets' is no longer funny.'

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

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

Time for Tea

Mummies and babies having a natter over lunch.

At Gossips Anonymous...

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

"She can be outspoken."

"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?"

Social media messages

Eric knew where all the real slappers hang out.

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

"I can't even hear myself think now that everyone has a blog."

'How's it going, Rachel?'

'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.