We were sitting at Cafe Commons yesterday having lunch. We both were reading the SF Bay Guardian. I was looking over the voting form for their Best of the Bay annual thing, and Sam was looking over the ads on the backpage. I usually don't look there because it's all just stuff for mixology schools (those ads will lead with “BLOW JOBS”) and sperm banks.

Sam sees one entitled: “Gay sperm donors wanted by lesbians.” In response, he shapes his hand like a phone handset, puts it to his ear:

“Yo. Can I bust it up in ya, or you gonna make me use a cup?”

That's my boy.