“Every time I get social with you I end up all by myself, naked, in the middle of the street.”
I rolled my eyes. “That only happened once…and you weren’t naked. You were wearing socks and a shirt.”
“I was speaking figuratively. If you want to get specific, what about the time you locked me in a freezer truck with three corpses? What about the time you ran over me with the Buick?”
I threw my hands into the air. “Oh sure, bring up the Buick.”