While poking the Southerner in the belly button last night to try to get him to move over on the couch, I felt something odd.

Me: Eeeeew! Your belly button has crust in it.  You need to clean that thing out.

“What that?” he replied, while digging around in his belly. “Oh, that’s just a piece of a Dorito I was eating earlier. Look,” he said as he held up what was clearly part-Dorito for my inspection.

Me: What were you saving it for later or something? You know this conversation is going on the blog, right?