Elessarian
Refugee
My overbearing and humorless older brother and I went to Target the other day to buy a thing for his even less-humorless girlfriend (around my house she's known as "Stick"). I picked up a bottle of wine, you know, just for emergencies and then offered to get his stuff all in one transaction.
He looks at me and deadpans: "I got this. You just buy your hooch."
He looks at me and deadpans: "I got this. You just buy your hooch."