Phone conversation near the end of the workday:
L: Hello, what-cha doin?
H: Wor-kin. What-choo doin?
L: I am finishing up my homework and I am getting a bit hungry. Would you be willing to stop at the store and pick up a few things?
H: Willing and able.
L: Good, so I am thinking of cooking those sausages that I got on sale the other day and would like you to get a couple of potatoes, and onion, some zucchini and, um, ah, some fudgsicles.
H: Some vegetables?
L: Fudgsicles.
H: Vegetables?
L: Nooooo Mr. Smartypants. Some fudgsicles. Just a couple for after dinner.
H: You know it always starts out as "just a couple after dinner" then it becomes, "well, I've had a hard day I think that I'll just stop off at the 'cicle bar on my way home for a tall frosty one" and soon you are hding them in your car and in your desk drawer and it all slides downhill from there.
L: Well this is rich coming from the guy that helped me finish a entire package of Oreos last night.
H: Um, that wasn't me, that was, uh, my possessed twin.
L: Then put *him* on the phone and have *him* stop at the store on his way home. Have him bring me some flowers too, while he's at it.
(pause)
H: ok