Back when my sibs and I were in good old high school, we saw each other a lot more. Like probably every set of kids, we tended to do the same things, go to the same places, quote the same movies, and so forth.
One summer, in good old Asheville, Hardees put on an ad campaign that featured a bisquit talking to a manager about Hardee's great food (I really don't eat there, ever...too...something). One of the best commercials went like this:
Manager: Hey Bisquit! You're doing a great job...let me take you to lunch.
Bisquit: (singing) I'm in the mood for a melt in your mouth, hot ham and cheese sandwich.
Manager: Ya know, you don't have to sing everything.
Bisquit: (still singing) I don't know what you're talking about...
Another that got us laughing was this one:
Manager: Look at it, Bisquit...Grand Canon.
Bisquit: (singing) There's no denying, the better taste of bacon makes me feel like flying.
Manager: You can't fly, Bisquit!
Manager: Guess you can fly, Bisquit...
Any case, shortly after this, we made our famous month long trip to the British Isles. One month for England, Wales, Scotland, Northern Ireland, and Ireland. While the breakfasts aren't too bad (at least if you remind yourself that people over there think baked beans are for breakfast, not picnics), we all missed bisquits. So, this led to quoting of the commercials in addition to the incessant movie quoting we do at each other.
Some one asked, when is it kitty-bisquit and when is it just bisquit? I really don't know...we just know when the time is right.
< smoopiness >
I love my sibs and I wish everyone could get along with their family like I do...we fight, but it passes. The bisquit calling is forever. Heh.
< /smoopiness >
And with that I'm off to class.
Oh, and for the observant ones out there...I'm not glad to see myself, I just spelled redthought wrong. Something about how my fingers are more used to typing my own name.