Me: What sort of icecream do you want TK?
TK: The sort I like.
OK, that helps.
Me: What sort of icecream do you want TK?
TK: The sort I like.
OK, that helps.
Ross and TK are outside trying to fix TK’s car.

Each time Ross comes inside, he looks more and more manly. First time inside he’s got grease smeared up his arms. Second time in, he’s not wearing a shirt.
I can’t wait to see how he comes in next.
Because I’ve been having trouble with my lower back/hip, Ross set me up an appointment at the Thai Massage place he goes to.
He warned me that he woman he sees doesn’t speak much English. When I walked in she threw her hands up and exclaimed:
You, wife?