Codeword

First Friend:  If I don’t know—codeword “pineapple”…
Second Friend:  Banana, banana, banana!

Spittle

Me:  My memories have spittle all over them

Therapeutic

Me:  Perhaps it wasn’t very therapeutic to show a group of people with psychiatric problems a movie in which a hallucination of Nick Nolte convinces the protagonist that he can read people’s minds.

Shirt-Cocking

Friend:  I asked if he was shirt-cocking it.

Separator

Ten-Year-Old:  Ooh, separator piece I have!  Four bags!

College

Eighteen-Year-Old:  I feel like that must just be part of the college experience—somebody being fucking idiot.
Me:  Yep, pretty much.

Rocky

Me:  Sadly, I can’t find translated lyrics for “Rocky Top” in Mandarin anywhere on the Web.

Happy Birthday, Fourteen-Year-Old!

Permed

Me:  That guy is way too permed to be a barbarian.

Gables

Me: I have the advantage of knowing the Samurai is Anne of Green Gables.

Fresh

Me: The seventh-floor lobby reeks of sewage. But ironically, the men’s room right off the lobby smells cinnamon fresh!