Message With A Bottle

Him: “How are we on lube?”

Her: “I don’t know, I figured you’d check first.”

Him: “Me? You’re the one that always takes inventory! How am I supposed to know?”

Her:  “Well you’re the one that always uses it!”

Him: “Oh sure, blame me because you’re dryer than a basement in the Mojave…[to kid]…What’s that dear? No, that’s not a flashlight. Well, it’s like a flashlight but it’s for making…it’s got lips because…it’s a puppet.”

Her: “Honey, put it down, and we’ll buy you something when we go next door to the leather shop. One of those fun masks like you saw daddy wearing when you came in our room last week.”

Her: “Oh, right, I just remembered we need a new set of Ben Wa balls.”