The other night I grabbed a beer for the Metallurgist while she was sitting on the sofa.
"Thanks Fancy Pants Nancy," she said as I handed her the beer. "Really?" I asked.
"Problem?" she said. "Why's it gotta be all feminine?" I quasi-whined.
"Would you prefer 'Fancy Pants Lance'?" she asked. I thought for a second. "That's still kind of gay."
"Because of the guy from N'Sync?" she said. I nodded. I retreated to the kitchen to think for a few minutes. Two minutes later I burst back into the living room with: "What about Lance Armstrong!? He's such a man!"
"A man with only one testicle."
Sigh.
