Running Chatterbox Mugs

"I met so many friends out jogging, the only thing running was our mouths."

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

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

"Nope! He'd never set eyes on a water cooler in all his years in the office!"

"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.'

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

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

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

Person talks on phone as other blogs.

The Exhaustive Bro Catch Up

"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?"

'Cold hard facts are good, but to complete the picture, here's Brenda from the mailroom with some hot, juicy gossip.'

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

'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?'

"She can be outspoken."

"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."

Time for Tea

Mummies and babies having a natter over lunch.

Eric knew where all the real slappers hang out.

At Gossips Anonymous...

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

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

Social media messages

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

'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.

Verbal blogger.