They Sell WHAT at the WHERE?!!!

(Note: It took me quite a while to calm down from hysterical laughter, so I could type this one out. Enjoy!)

Me: *hugesigh* I'm exhausted. I wish SO hard that I had a hot tub.
Him: They sell them downstairs!
Me: They do?
Him: Yep!
Me: Where?
Him: At the cheesesteak place!
Me: They sell hot tubs at the cheesesteak place?!!!
Him: Heck yeah! They taste really good too!
Me: Are you hearing something else when I say hot tub?
Him: OH! I thought you said hot dog!
Both of us: BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!

Hit the Deck!!!

Him: (upon hearing the emergency warning siren they test every Tuesday at noon) Are we being attacked?
Me: Yes. Get under your desk.
Him: I dunno why they tell kids to do that. How could that do any good?
Me: *shrug* It's good for a laugh at least.
Him: It is?
Me: Well it would be to me if you did it.
Him: *sigh* I'm going to go get some lunch.
Me: Ok, but be careful. We're being attacked.

Just Admit You Like It

Him: Hey, I'm sending you a scheduling thing.
Me: How... unusual.
Him: Look, Snarky McSnarkerton...
Me: Oh, come on. How unentertaining would your days be if I wasn't Snarky McSnarkerton?
Him: I guess I'd just hafta find something else to fill that void.
Me: Ooo! Ooo! Like an office kitten?!
Him: *sigh*