Of­fice girl to cube mates: I did­n’t talk to my fi­ance at all last night, he was har­vest­ing or­gans. Ap­par­ent­ly they just go in and start yank­ing like five min­utes af­ter some­body dies. Okay, well, now I’m go­ing to go buy him a gun.

St Louis, Mis­souri