Holy. Balls.

Erratic: "I know who I want to marry us if we ever get married."

The Boy: "Carrot Top?"

Erratic: "Here is where you say you are kidding. You are about to say why you are kidding, right?"

The Boy: "I was about to explain why I would want Carrot Top to marry us."

Erratic: "Remember how you were supposed to say you were kidding?"

The Boy: "Oh, yeah, I was....OH! GALLAGHER! Then the front row would be a splash zone. Wait, are you blogging this. I see you typing. Are you typing this on your blog? I am going downstairs now."