Friend 1. "No, these are my Cool Ranch Doritos, go out and buy your own."
Friend 2. "I'm not gonna drive my car to a Walmart to get chips just give me some."
Friend 1. "My house, my rules."
Friend 2. "Oh you fucking house nazi, I'm outta here. Pull that stick out of your ass will ya'!"
slip of the tongue perhaps,
Those idiots who drive around in a ridiculously raised pick up truck, making a top heavy vehicle even more top heavy and unstable
A:*gah*
B: "Whats the matter"
A: This dam prickup is blinding me.
B: Stupid thing's, as if there lights weren't blinding enough as it is.