Dave was in the kitchen, I was in the living room.
Dave: What's mumbletile sausage?
Me: What?
Dave: numeretile sausage?
Me: What?
Dave: New York style sausage?
Me: Oh I thought you said "Erectile sausage."
Aaaaaaaaand that's when I realised I was shouting next to an open window. Our neighbors have got to love us.
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