I went to dinner with a friend, and for some reason the server brought us an extra straw.
Him: You want to split this?
Me: No, you can have the whole thing.
Him: No thanks, I've had my fill of plastic.
Me: What goes on between you and [your girlfriend] can just stay in the bedroom. I don't need to hear about it.
Later when we were leaving the parking lot I had to swerve to avoid running over a broken bottle. He was looking down when I swerved, so kind of gave me a funny look when I did.
Me: I'm just trying to straddle that broken glass.
Him: If what goes on in my bedroom has to stay there, then I don't want to hear about what goes on in yours either.
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