Me: "So, I have to ask. What kind of pain am I going to endure as the wife of a 1L next year?"
Mr. S.: "Wow. Well, do you want the real answer, or should I lie to you?"
Me: "I am not drunk. So ... lie."
Mr. S.: "It's like ice cream and unicorns every day."
Hot! Gotta love your senior year homecoming date.