The other day Kristine and I were out at a coffee shop after we had gotten lunch. I had half a leftover BBQ chicken something or other in a tinfoil container on the table.

Me: I think I'm going to finish this. I'm really hungry.
Kristine: (a pained look on her face) Joshua, no.
Me: Why not?
Kristine: It's lukewarm. Do you know how much bacteria is on it?
Me: (apathetic shrug)
Kristine: It either needs to be hot or cold. But in between like that it's crawling with bacteria. It's dangerous.
Me: What can I say? I like to live on the edge.

I open up the container and start eating my BBQ chicken something or other.

Me: You know what else I like to do? Base jumping. (chomp) Also: That thing where I run with the bulls. (chomp) I do all kinds of crazy things.