Scene: We’re in the car, on our way to a dinner party. We pass a minivan that looks like it got attacked by the Slogan Fairy.
Me: “That certainly is a lot of bumper stickers.”
MLB: “I’m going to say something mildly insulting.”
MLB: “You just sounded exactly like your mother.”
Me: “F--k you.”
Me: “Did that sound like my mother?”