Well there are two factors at work here: 1) You were careful not to mention that I slipped you the tongue, and 2) I thought Brian was upset because of the two running chainsaws he had in place of his hands.
So Scoutmaster, now that we've worked out the candy bar thing, when do I get to meet your wife and give her a little kiss?
Oh, stop it. You know it wasn’t chainsaws. It was two semi-auto Kimber .45s.
Bryan wouldn’t take his chainsaws into a restaurant... at... dinner time.
And yeah. Sorry about the tongue, I hope the tip grew back eventually. ;-)
This week would be the time. She’s on spring break.