Overheard this morning while applying make-up.
He: (In a sing-songy voice) It's a balmy 7 degrees outside. (pause) But it says the low is only 12. That doesn't make sense.
Me: I don't want to hear it!
He: But with the wind chill, it's ... wait ... minus 6! Whoopee!
Me: Shut the hell up and make my lunch.
He: Woman, I don't work for you!
Me: One of you turds is about to get smacked in the mouth!
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"I'm going to come at you like a spider monkey!"
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