Her: Yeah...by the way, watch out for that pothole....it's
huge.
Me: You could've mentioned that before I ran over it. You could
break an axle on that thing.
Her: Or you could just drive around it?
[discussion about proper names of body parts]
Her: Stop saying "Chocolate Starfish" and "Turd cutter." Those
are stupid names for someone's butt.
Me: What am I supposed to call it then?
Her: The Chocolate Factory.
[in the car and we spot a sign for Leesburg]
Her: What the hell is a Leesburg?
Me: It's a town with a bunch of antique shops. Why? Do you want to buy an antique?
Her: No....you're my antique.
[talking about guys night out]
Her: I know exactly what you guys do when you hang out at a
bar.
Me: Oh really, what's that?
Her: You drink a few Brewskis with your Bros, eat some buffalo wings, watch the game, and high five each other when you talk about chicks.
Me: That's completely ridiculous...no one calls it a brewski.
[pointing out a new chainstore in my neighbrohood]
Me: Hey look! They just opened up a [national chain store] in my neighborhood.
Her: Yeah, we have one of those in Bethesda, except without the muggers and junkies in front.
