Sports Chatterbox Pillows

'Please cover for me Carol. I'll be away from my desk, roaming the cubicles, searching for sports talk.'

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

I love it when you speak Wall Streetese. Say 'to the upside' for me.

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

"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.'

The Exhaustive Bro Catch Up

"I figure if I don't have that third martini, then the terrorists win."

Person talks on phone as other blogs.

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

'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?"

'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...'

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

"She can be outspoken."

Eric knew where all the real slappers hang out.

Mummies and babies having a natter over lunch.

Time for Tea

At Gossips Anonymous...

Social media messages

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

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

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

"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?'

'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.

'That dress certainly matches your eyes.'