Our first date:
My date, "Why is there a Fire Extinguisher in every corner in every room of the house?"
Me: Thor.
What's a Thor?
A Ghost.
Lacking better judgement, "If you see a spider and hear a shot gun shell being chambered, DUCK!"
Why?
His aim is crappy. Last time he dropped the gun, it went off and shot me in the tush. Still lacking judgement, "I couldn't torque for almost a month. You want to see the scars?" *Slam!* Lost another one.

'nite, all.