so on our ride home from the oakland airport (which i navigated my way out of in less than ten minutes of landing – go me!), brad had a couple of funnies.

{a conversation about why it was my fault that he was out of floss}

brad: it’s your responsibility because you’re the supplier of those types of things.

me: and what are you the supplier of?

brad: the two “s” ‘s.

me: the two s’s?  which are…

brad: [slight hesitation] sperm, and money.

i can’t remember the second one.  sorry.