My best friend: *walks into my room with a bag of ground up coffee* "California, I need your help opening this." *he holds the bag out to me*
Me: "Why? I knew you were weak but you can't even open a bag of coffee??"
Him: "Just please shut up and open it! And be careful not to spill it."
Me: *I stop and grin up at him* "Don't spill the BEANS?"
Him: ". . . .why do you do this to me??"
Me: "Man, that was great! C'mon, humor me!!"
Him: "They aren't even beans anymore, you idiot!"
Me: *throws the bag at him*