Last night we were watching the Redskins-Cowboys game when the Redskins quarterback made an unimpressive throw to a receiver.
"That was a horrible pass," the beau muttered to himself.
"You're a horrible pass," I immediately volleyed at him. I rely on this kind of juvenile humor all the time. It's instinct. Second nature. It's a small miracle, in fact, that I didn't actually turn it into a your Mom joke [see: "Your Mom's a horrible pass."].