Cheryl and I have just pulled into a parking spot at the theater and I see two women in the distance at another car.
Me: Are those girls making out over there?
Cheryl: (Looking at me like I’m nuts) No they are just talking.
Me: Are you sure?
Cheryl: (Reaches over and pulls my glasses down over my eyes from where they were perched upon my head) Look again.
Me: Oh…
Cheryl: Your mind lives in the gutter.
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