an exchange, scene: Cracker Barrel, 9:30, after all day crawfish boil, where we have about 30 beers between three people (4 for me, 2 for HB, the rest for Bob) not to mention 10 jello shots, and about three crawfish.
Bob: I hate hunting, you have to get up early, and you can’t drink.. it just sucks. Everyone at my college did it, and I did it once and decided I’d rather sleep when I’m on vacation. But fishing is fun. You go out any time of day, and you drink and you can piss off the boat..
HB: But I thought boats were so even-tempered…
Bob: NO! I mean you can, like..piss…off..a..boat…Like pee?
HB: uh huh..
<five minutes of inane chatter later>
Bob: ….I’M SO SLOW!!! OH MY GOD!
HB: Well, what I SHOULD’VE said was “but boats are so even-keeled”, get it?!