Overheard at Our House Last Week

Shrike: Come on, let's do your shot, so we can go to bed.

Whozat: Ok, I'll be there in a minute.

(Several minutes later. . . .)

Whozat: Ok, my shot's ready. Wake up and give it to me.

Shrike: Mumble, grumble, grump.

(Needle enters my ass.)

Whozat: Hey! That's not the outer part of my butt - they've got rules you know!

Shrike: We'll follow the rules tomorrow. You kept me up too late tonight.

(Withdraws needle. Blood flows.)

Shrike: Jesus Christ! They have rules for a reason!