Robert and I were in the car this afternoon, and a commercial for a show I've been looking forward to seeing came on. The following conversation was the result of that commercial.
Me: Oh, this is the show I was telling you about, GCB. It looks like it'll be pretty good.
Robert: What? "Juicy Beef"? Uh, I don't think I need to see that.
Me: "Juicy Beef"? Really? No, G-C-B. Remember, "Good Christian Bitches"?
Robert: Ok, because Juicy Beef does not sound like a show I would enjoy. That sounds like a show you can watch in one room while I'm watching the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show in another room. Far, far away from the Juicy Beef show.
Me: Juicy Beef. It's what's for dinner.
Robert: *contorted grossed out face*
Me: I'm so blogging this.
