‘Hey, Jack, you joined a gym, yet?”

“No, why?”

“Just wonderin’, that’s all.”

“Hey, Bill, you ever notice that people who don’t think they need to improve themselves are always telling other people they need to?”

“I didn’t TELL you anything, I just…”

“Hinted. You, who have never set your little toe in a gym, were just hinting that I should?”

“Well, your wife’s pretty easy on the peepers, old boy.”

“Sure she is, but what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, she might get a case of the wanderin’ eye.”

“Sally? Never!”

“I don’t know … she’s been kinda lookin’ at me, someti…”

“You! Ha ha ha You, with that watermelon stomach. Ha ha ha ha.”

“Well, Mr. Insult your best friend, what do you think you’re resting your arms on?”

“Oh, that? That’s my “good come-backs” stash.”

“Uh Huh. Looks like you stashed away a lot of beer.”

“Yeah, well. I’m gonna rub my stash, here, and see what it comes back with…ha ha, get it?”

“Gag.”

 “Well, It says,  and this is straight from Confucius’ mouth, you understand, “when short of comebacks, share donuts with friend.”

“Ha ha, pretty funny. Hey, You really got some more of those?”

“What? Oh, you thought I was talkin’ about you? Ouch! That hurt. Ha ha ha. Ouch!  Come on, let me get ‘em before you kill me, you old busybody.”