I’ve got nothing.  

Unless you want to hear about me almost snorting latte out my noose at suckbucks when 6 foot, 100 pound a trophy wife wanna be stated to the barista, “Why is it that mocha tastes just like chocolate?” and before I could even register out of my mouth popped “GOD DAMN! YOUR RIGHT! It must be a conspiracy! Call the Belz!”

Or at over hearing one of our sales people make a cold call to one Hanable Lector of Lector’s Meat Market.