Q: What do you call a gossip?
A: Someone with a great sense of rumor.
Q: What do you call a gossip?
A: Someone with a great sense of rumor.
Q: What do you call a gossipy cat or dog?
A: A tail-bearer!
Epitaph on a gossip tombstone: “Who cares if you talk about me! Everything you say goes right over my head now.”
Gossip columnists are the kind of people you can’t believe even when they swear they’re lying.
My secretary isn’t an office gossip. She’s a magician. She can turn an eyeful or an earful into a mouthful.
MADGE: “Carol, tell me more gossip about Mike and Linda.”
CAROL: “I can’t, Madge. I already told you more than I heard myself.”
You can always recognize a gossip at a beauty parlor. She’s the lady with a face full of mud and an ear full of dirt.
Is my wife healthy? Well the answer is yes and no. Her heart is in bad shape from lack of exercise. And her tongue is in great shape from too much!
When it comes to rumors my wife is the Picasso of Gab. She has gossip down to a fine art.
Estelle: Hello?
Shirley: Hello! Boy have I got some really juicy gossip for you, Laverne.
Estelle: I’m sorry, this isn’t Laverne. You must have the wrong number. But anyway, what’s the gossip?
gossip – n. a ritual of voodoo, usally has to do with the devil, the worst thing ever!
Ex. Lindsey “gossips.” Don’t be a fuck bitch, and do that gossip shit, its so fucking wrong!