Not A Laugh-In Bet

(I had intensely exercised the day before and now my legs are so sore that I can barely move. I’m hobbling around groaning.)

Boyfriend: *sympathetically* “At least you know you really accomplished something.”

Me: “Yeah. It really sucks – but you can bet your bippy I’ll do it again!”

Boyfriend: “Bet your own bippy! You ain’t betting MY bippy!”

Me: “I’ll give it back! It’s a temporary leasing situation.”

Boyfriend: “100% guaranteed return on your invested bippy.”