"You ate that?"
"It was tasty," I said.
"Did you have to order the bacon and cheese on it?"
"Well--I have to admit I didn't read the menu that closely. It said something like "Jack Daniels" burger and I went with it," I said. "It came with a mini-vat of black stuff that I had to decide whether to pour over the bun or just dip." I just dipped.
"What's your blood flow like--refrigerated honey?" Myx was just picking on me, and engaging him on this subject would only lead to a long harangue.
"Some consider me rather fit." Damn! Myx got me to bite.
"You know what you should--"
"Myx, do you know why I took this pic?" I'd derail him with his favorite subject: HIM!
"Evidence so the Medical Examiner can corroborate his verdict of heart disease?"
"Errr ... no." This wasn't going exactly like I predicted. "I took it because you whined yesterday about not being visible in the photo. Look at you here--all colorful and everything!"
"I can't believe you ate that."
Miracle Myx
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