Oh how funny, Richard. Hysterical. So hysterical I forgot to laugh, Richard.
I’m not laughing either.
You do NOT need protective gear. I do *NOT* smell like fish down there.
Okay.
I DON’T.
Okay.
You’re not a spring daisy down there, either, you know.
How would you know?
Oh not that hoary old chestnut again. I do it — just not every time.
Okay.
It’s disgusting.
So is the scent of tuna in anything other than a sandwich.