Last night at work Kami was telling me that she had an annoying pimple on her face, but with all the candles and mood lighting we have I couldn't see it.

Kami: I named it Josh.
Me: Why would you do that?
Kami: Because it pains me, the same way that you do.
Me: I don't pain you!
Byron: It just gets under her skin and pisses her off.
Me: (sigh)

Then, a little bit later Kami came out of the drag room (where our performers get ready) and announced:

Kami: I tired to finesse you and pop you and a bunch of white stuff came out.
Me: Ah, just like in real life.

Give my name to a baby tooth that's fallen out. Or a cute little scar you got on your knee from playing soccer when you were seven. Not a pimple. Please.