Pop Goes The Weiner

(I dislike dirty jokes and references, and my boyfriend knows this. I also have an annoying habit of saying things without thinking until after I’ve already said it. My boyfriend and I are at my house making popcorn in an old air popper, but it is taking forever to work. Running out of ideas, I gently shake the machine. Almost instantly, the popcorn finally starts popping.)

Me: “There we go! I guess you have to rub it a bit before it can perform well.”

Boyfriend: *smiling* “Uh…”

Me: “Don’t you even dare…”