As Steve walked by me the other night, I said, “Do you know what we’re going to have to do soon?”
“We’re going to have to go to Paul’s Discount and get a bunch of dirt,” I said.
There was resounding silence as Steve fled into another room.
“Aren’t you excited?” I yelled after him.
He walked back into the living room. “I’m going to plead the Fifth,” he said. “I don’t want to convict myself yet.”