BF: “I think I’ll have a little bread before I go. Ehmmm. Tastes like a saltine without the salt…you know, like -ine. Want some?”
Me: “No, thanks. I’m watching my -ine intake.”
BF: “I’m sure it’s bad for certain internal organs.”
Me: “It’d be ugly if I vented my -ine all over the able.”
BF: “If that happened, we could say it was armageddon and the -ine of the world as we know it.”
Me: “…”
BF: “What?”
Me: “Nothing, I feel fine.”
