"I most certainly did. He had a complete and utter maneurysm after Fifi spilled her sparkling cider on his business-casual shirt."
God, don't have a maneurysm; I'm sure he'll call you.
Him: Just make some out of cotton balls and dental floss.
Her: I fell into the toilet cause you left the seat up again!
Him: What? Gravity's on YOUR side you know.
Him: You okay baby?
Her: Yes, just... just a maneurysm out of sheer stupidity.