[Early one morning]
The Boyfriend: I can't find any matching socks! Damnit what happened to all my socks!?
The Bird: Just wear odd socks. Who cares!? I do it all the time...
The Boyfriend: Yeah, and you look like a hobo!
[Later that same night]
The Bird: [romantically] Give me your hand.
The Boyfriend: But it's got my beer in it!
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