*Bloke puts a four pack of Jack Daniels and Cola on the counter*
ME: "Anything else with those, mate?"
BLOKE: "Um... yeah, a packed of Peter Jackson Virginia thanks darlin'."
ME: "Those are extremely bad for you."
BLOKE: "If I get cancer, I'll come back to you."
ME: "Pffft. Go after the cigarette companies, they've got more cash than me."
BLOKE: *laughing* "Good one."

Today's panties: Blue striped boylegs