“I told my blog you were going to the grocery store with me and going to stare at all my boyfriends I have.”

“You got that right. Someone ought to get their ass kicked.”

“What?  How come I told you those Knights of Columbus were looking at my ass and you said, good man.”

“Good man, I said and right after that, dead man! Better not be looking at my girl when I am there,” he said.

“Oh. Well no one is going to do that,” I said. “They won’t do that with you there.”

“And I won’t beat anyone up. I’m not going to beat anyone up, P. I’m just going to go in there, yellin’ outa the way with your bikini lines!  Hairy man comin’ through!”

Peels of laughter and much snorting.