A Touch of Class Gas

Me:  (ahem) “Excuse me.”

Q:  “Jeez, we got the Hindenburg over here.”

Me:  (looks puzzled)

Q:  “You’re German and full of gas.  Hindenburg.”

Me:  (makes offended grunt)

Q:  “I keep expecting to see you floating up by the ceiling.”

(five minutes later)

Q:  “Remember that one time when Indiana Jones was in you and he was walking around asking everybody for their tickets and then he punched that Nazi–”

Me:  “ALRIIIIGHT already.”

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