The Delphic Keyboard

She: Freud would love this one.

He: Oh?

She: I went to type “PayPerPost” on this blog entry I’m writing, and it came out “PayPerPest”.


“Whatsamatta, dude? Your ears burning?”

“She’s dissing my expertise, dude!”

“I grok the tease part, Mr., that’s for sure. You ever get so much as a pizza out of all those posts?”

“Well, no …”

“Case closed, Sherlock.”

“Alright alright already. Maybe I’m cured, but She’s not. What the hell’s He gonna say, dude?”

He: I guess I’m glad not too many people take Freud seriously any more.

She: How come?

He: Well, you know how Freud always seemed to be carrying on about his mother?

She: Yeah? So?

He: Haven’t you ever wondered where he got all those slips? And when did he start using them for fortune-telling …?

  – O Ceallaigh
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5 Responses to The Delphic Keyboard

  1. Quilly says:

    Are you telling me that Freud wore his mother’s slips?

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  3. more oxygen please... says:

    i think maybe his real name
    was frank

  4. Doug says:

    I notice the dudes are getting into your conversations with Quilly. That’s alarming.

  5. The Amoeba says:

    Francisco y Ernesto, oxygen. 😉

    But, dawg! You forget …

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