Dustin: You know when you, like, sprain your ankle and the swelling comes down, it just feels like… droopy for a bit?

Dustin: Like it’s just held onto the stub of your leg like with a few strings?

Me: Dude. No.

Me: Saddle up, kiddos. Your girl’s going for a ride. Yeehaw seesaw.

Dustin: I love the spirit but that sounds like those last words before you actually go to jail.