(Just a normal day, chit-chatting...)
A: You're so weird!!
J: Doesn't that ever happen to you? Isn't your brain a subspace highway for transient chicken wings?
(After commenting on how stiff and sore his back was after falling into a hole...)
J: My dear, I think you married a pencil. I'm useful with words, but I don't bend.
'nuff said...I love the guy!