Danty....
My friend Dante is a pretty funny guy, he always tries to talk me into buying him random things, and when I tell him I can't he likes to point out how rich I am in his imagination. It usually goes something like this:
Dante: Hey, buy me some triple X porn.
Me: No, I don't have money for things like that.
Dante: Oh, this coming from the person who lives in a two story house with a garage and eats lobster bisque every night. (I live in a two bedroom, one story house, with no garage, and I definitely don't eat lobster.)
Me: No I don't...
Dante: OH?! Then why do I remember it that way?
Dante: Hey, buy me some triple X porn.
Me: No, I don't have money for things like that.
Dante: Oh, this coming from the person who lives in a two story house with a garage and eats lobster bisque every night. (I live in a two bedroom, one story house, with no garage, and I definitely don't eat lobster.)
Me: No I don't...
Dante: OH?! Then why do I remember it that way?