the obvious response to "what's up" is, of course, "what's up", or if you prefer, the syllable-saving "sup".
incidentally, the question in question has become more streamlined since that wascally wabbit first uttered "what's up, doc?" in 1940...
I agree with drom. We should set a aside a day to kill all such people.
I never know what to respond when people ask me how im doing. I usually just kind of stand there or mumble something.
Hey! I want in on this killing business.
Where do I sign up?
We already had your name down. Do you remember that time in Albequerque, when I got you drunk on cheap Rosé and you agreed to do any hair-brained scheme involving mass death, some sort of cheese, and at least one person dressing up as Emily Brontë? Well, this plan is covered by this sacred pact.
Not that you should want to miss out on a good old fashioned extermination anyway..
That Emily Bronte part does sound vaguely familiar.
Were we riding tractors in the nude that night?
What's up? How're you doin'? How's it going?
Don't ask! is a tried and tested retort, trite, traditional yet somehow contemporary today.
SCoates, if your real name is Chuck...than I can see why you hate people saying What's Up? :wink:
Is this story a spinoff of Wuthering Heights?
Does not every copy of Wuthering Heights have the whole Gus/Tractor/Mass nudity combination as its final chapter??
*Startled.*
dròm_et_rêve wrote:Does not every copy of Wuthering Heights have the whole Gus/Tractor/Mass nudity combination as its final chapter??
*Startled.*
I'm sorry, I must have forgotten...Gus/Tractor/Mass nudity combination, did reminded me of the passion and the obsession of this masterpiece.
Well... it's a long European tradition. Ever since Ovid put pen to paper, there has been one deranged tractor/ Gus dressed up as a Brontë story, usually as the climax. There's even a medical fear of this happening: traktergymnonkoryfiphobia.
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