The squeamish may want to shield their eyes.

[penfield]

We were walking to Pizzeria Paradiso for dinner:

HER: How was softball practice?

ME: Pretty lame. Only three other people showed up.

HER: That's it? That sucks.

ME: Totally. It makes me worry about the team. Our first game is Thursday.

HER: Oh.

ME: But my first game is tomorrow.

HER: That's right, you're on two teams.

ME: Yup. A Wednesday team and a Thursday team.

HER: You really like softball.

ME: There are some things in life I just can't get enough of. Softball is one of them.

HER: I see. What else?

ME: Pizza.

HER: Anything else?

ME: Uh-huh. She's holding my hand.