Father to Yuppette’s boyfriend, who arrived to take her on a date: “She’ll be right down. Care for a game of chess ?”
One Yuppette to another: “He likes my company, and I just love his. I think it’s called the First Fidelity Trust.”
Two Yuppettes were discussing their current relationships: “At first he seemed dull and uninteresting, but when you finally get to know him, he’s downright boring.”
The Yuppette was considering the proposal of marriage she had just received: “Let me hear that part again where you realize you’re not half good enough for me.”
The Yuppette was standing on the porch, with her Mother, watching her boyfriend depart: “But Mother, I’m positive he’s been faithful to me. The seat belts never need readjusting.”
I have a new definition for y’all to consider. A Lesbian Yuppette is nothing more than a mannish depressive with delusions of gender.
So many Yuppettes seem to appreciate the quiet things in life — Like the folding of a five hundred dollar bill.
The Yuppette was obviously tiring of her current beau when she asked: “When people ask me what I see in you Raymond, what shall I tell them?”
The bored Yuppette said to her date: “I think I’ll have another drink. It makes you so witty and charming.”
The Yuppette was trying to reassure her lover during sex: “Of course you’re not the first man I’ve made love to. You know I think more of you than to just use you as a guinea pig.”
It’s easy to spot the nouveau riche Yuppettes in Columbia, Maryland. They’re the ones watering their flower beds with bottled water.
You’ll very seldom see a Yuppette eating a hot dog. None are certified or warranted by the Kennel Club.
Most Yuppette’s have no use for men who try to mess up the country’s economy by living within their income.
I’ve noticed the oddest behavior in most Yuppettes. The only time they won’t look in a mirror is when they’re pulling out of a parking space.
This phrase that most Yuppettes use — “professional woman.” I mean, come on. When’s the last time you met an “amateur” one?