One time Kaleb and I went to work on a printer. While we were there, a young female doctor was in the room. The three of us bantered back and forth for a while until the printer was finally fixed and it began to spit out backed up print jobs.
Doctor: “You guys are the wind beneath my wings.”
Me: “Wouldn’t that be in the armpits?”
Doctor: “Smell it up, boys!”
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