Me: Were you awake or dreaming last night when you tried to poke your finger in my butt?
Southerner: What are you talking about?
Me: So, you were dreaming?
Southerner: No idea what you’re talking about.
Me: And you get mad at me for interrupting your sleep in the middle of the night. At least all I’m doing is telling you about a nightmare; not trying to stick my finger up your butt.