Hi everyone,

As most of you have probably noticed, I haven't posted to ActualConversation in over a year. As much as I loved maintaining the site, I had to retire it due to time-consuming commitments to various other projects.

While at this time I have no plans to bring it back (but hey, you never know!), I still continue to actively post all sortsa fun updates and articles at EthanFixell.com. If you haven't already, please click HERE to follow me there and receive any potential site updates.

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Thanks so much for your support!

-Ethan

Ethan:  (approaches very masculine woman with an exhibitor's pass that says "Everdyke")  Excuse me, I have to ask:  What does your company, Everdyke, do?

Woman:  That's not a company.  It's my last name.

Submitted by Hunter

Elmo (voiced by Two-and-a-Half-Year-Old):  Come on, Monkey!  We go school!

Monkey (voiced by Mom):  We’re going to school?  Fun!  What happens at school?

Elmo (Two-and-a-Half-Year-Old):  Make a friends!

Monkey (Mom):  That’s right! You get to make friends at school.  What else happens at school?

Elmo (Two-and-a-Half-Year-Old):  Boys!

Dave:  I need to come up with a Tweet about William and Kate's baby.

Ethan:  I'll help you.

Dave:  Something about a "royal placenta?"

Ethan:  What about a red carpet coming out of Kate's vagina...

Dave:  "The baby of Kate Middleton...will have a great little grin!"

Dave's Cousin:  It's frightening that you guys actually do this for a living.

Submitted by Alex

Homeless Sax Man:  (sights hot girl)  Hey, girl.  I'd like to satisfy all your wildest carnival desires.

Hot Subway Girl:  (promptly departs)

Alex: ...Did you mean "carnal?"

Homeless Sax Man:  (ignores and starts playing saxaphone)  Ladies and gentlemen, if you give me some money, then I will STOP PLAYING.

4-Year-Old Niece:  Bonjour.

Ethan:  Why, hello!  Do you know any other French?

4-Year-Old Niece:  I'm terrified.

Ethan:  (totally confused)  ....Why are you terrified?

4-Year-Old Niece:  It's "scared" in French.

Dealer:  So we're going with this ring?

Ethan:  Yeah, it's -- (cell phone buzzes)  Ha, what a coincidence.  Just got a text from my girlfriend.

Dealer:  What'd she say?

Ethan:  She's talking about TV.  She said, "Bachelor finale tonight!"

Dealer:  (stares at Ethan)  Truer words have never been spoken.

Mom:  Ethan -- I thought of the worst possible name for a seafood restaurant.

Ethan:  ...And what would that be?

Mom:  "Sphincter Mussels!"

Ethan:  Oh, Jesus.

Mom:  I think it's so funny!

Ethan:  (starts typing into phone)

Mom:  No...Don't write this down for your website.  Please...  You know what?  I'm just not gonna talk anymore.

Girlfriend:  I don't want to shower tonight.

Ethan:  Did you shower this morning?

Girlfriend:  No.

Ethan:  Ew, that's gross.  You can't not shower everyday.

Girlfriend:  Says who?

Ethan:  That's the common standard!  Everyone showers once a day. 

Girlfriend:  Not homeless people.

Ethan:  So?  How did my messages to those OKCupid chicks go?  Did I get you any responses as your ghost writer?

Andrew:  Dude, you "guaranteed" an 80% response rate.

Ethan:  And...

Andrew:  And only ONE girl wrote back.

Ethan:  Well, we only went after girls who reply "very selectively".... Give it some time.

Andrew:  No.  Forget it.  You're a sham.  You're like the Bernie Madoff of online dating.

Andrea:  Today is my birthday!  

6-Year-Old-Son:  How old are you, Mom?

Andrea:  I'm 50.

6-Year-Old-Son:  (to a stranger)  My Mom doesn't look a day older than when she was 49.

Ethan:  I can't believe I volunteered to sleep on this thing.  This pull-out sucks.

Andrew:  Have fun on that tonight, while I'm in my regular human-bed.

Ethan:  And this blanket -- it's disgusting.

Dad:  (half asleep already, mumbling)  Maybe you should blacklight it for semen stains.

Submitted by Scott

Mom:  I wasn’t able to load contacts into my email, and the computer started running really slow, so I called Outlook and they helped me out.

Scott:  You called "Outlook?"

Mom:  Yep, Microsoft Outlook.  They walked me through the problem.  Turns out that people are getting onto my…not my Scottrade account…but onto my internet.

Scott:  Your "internet?"  Do you mean your network?

Mom:  I’ve seen them outside, parked.  We’re getting all of their viruses.

Scott:  Wait, but -- you don’t even use Outlook.

Mom:  I used to use Firefox...

Scott:  Fire.... Mom, that’s totally different. Firefox is a web browser. Outlook is email software. And you may have called Microsoft, which is a company.  All unrelated.

Mom:  Did I do something wrong?

Scott:  No, you didn't do anything wrong.  You’re just not using the right words and as a result, this is making no sense.

Mom:  (long pause)  Is it because of the people getting onto my internet?

(Will.i.am and Britney Spears's "Scream & Shout" plays on the car radio)  

Brother:  Ugh, change this.

Ethan:  Jesus, what is this?

Dad:  (turns the music up, nodding head)

Brother:  Is this really still happening?  Change it!

Dad:  No!  I like it while we're driving.  Makes me feel like we're in a music video.  (continues nodding)

Ethan:  Want to see if we can get a drink?

Amit:  Sure.

(Amit and Ethan leave their hotel room and search for a bar in lobby)

Ethan:  Damn. There's nothing down here.

Amit:  (looks around, grabs a coffee stirrer)

Ethan:  What the hell do you need that for?

Amit:  I gotta get something out of this trip.

Submitted by Dan Ahdoot

Mom:  Deh girl from Zero Dark Thirty ees going out with a cunt!

Dan:  A what?

Mom:  A cunt.

Dan:  What are you talking about?

Mom:  A cunt!  Like Cunt Dracula!