Game Chatterbox Prints

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

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

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

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

Moo Out Loud

The Mating Call of the Modern Youth

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

"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.'

The Exhaustive Bro Catch Up

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

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

"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?"

Person talks on phone as other blogs.

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

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

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

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

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

Mummies and babies having a natter over lunch.

'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.'

At Gossips Anonymous...

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."

Social media messages

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

"She can be outspoken."

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

Time for Tea

'How's it going, Rachel?'

"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.

Dog's hairdresser.