"I'd stick my tongue in but we'd vomit"

Too much food, evidently.

"It's for people like you that I choose to buy a car with a bad pedestrian safety rating"

Er, yes.

Well, I *wanted* to state what happened today with a blue BMW, but apparently he shouldn't have been doing what he was doing. Needless to say, lots of the normal gesticulating, annoyance and then grinning at the irritated other party as they eventually went past at the next junction. 

We were then on the blues and twos, or rather flashing every bugger who didn't have lights on, repeatedly until they noticed, zooming past at er, 10mph towards home through the traffic so I could deal with my blob emergency. 

Blob emergencies are evil. I really shouldn't make the Psycho strings noise when ladygarden rummage is suggested while blobbing either.

"I've just done a fake poo"

He just yelled from the bathroom upstairs. So I continue:

"Fake poo?"

"Yeah, y'know those fake poos you can buy in joke shops?"

"Er, yes..."

"I just made one. It looks just like one. Don't worry, it doesn't smell."

"I'm still not going to look."

There are various moments that happen when two socially unacceptable end up dating. We dissolved into giggles earlier because I made a fart that sounded like a horn. 

Hopefully, there are others out there like us who may understand.