A new arrival shows off his colorful thong to his friends...
Friend 1: Oh, honey! Don't ask, don't TEAL! Friend 2: Yes, that thing needs some cloture in the back. Thong Man: Bitches of the House, I move we suspend this debate.
Stoner Dude: Fuck that, she's not bi. No such thing. She's just softening you up for the big lesbo announcement.
Rock Chick: No such thing? Just because you can't imagine it personally doesn't mean there's no such thing as bisexuals. That's like saying because YOU don't know how to play the piano, there's no such thing as piano players.
Linda Richman Look-A-Like: So anyway, false alarm, thank the BVM. But I told her that if she EVAH makes me a grandma before I'm 50, I'll move down to her Nanna Marie's in Boca so fast it'll make her weave spin.
MAN ON CELL: OK, fine. Fine! I'll go without you. But you know what, Ed? No matter how much time you spend at that fucking gym, tomorrow morning when you get up you are still going to be 47 years old. You spend so much time trying to look good, nobody actually sees you.
He empties his pocket onto the counter and a small diamond-shaped blue pill skitters towards the cashier, who quickly pushes it back towards him with a gasp.
Elderly Man: That's an ALIEVE!
Cashier (expressionless): Oh. I believe you. Yeah, totally.