Me: “Here, smell my arm. I bought a new body lotion.”
Jon casually sniffs my elbow and then pretends to gag. Dramatically.
Me: “What, you don’t like it?”
Jon: “It smells like hot garbage in Brooklyn.”
Me: “You’re an asshole.”
Jon: “You’re in love with an asshole.”
Me: “Apparently you’re in love with hot garbage in Brooklyn.”