"I flipped on the tv and there was a 50cent song on and that made me remember that you have my De La Soul cd."
"uhm... what's De La Soul have to do with 50cent?"
"nothing. absolutely gaddamned shit piss nothing. No connection what so ever in fact. But it reminded me of *you*, considering how much of his uhm... "music" I ended up hearing while hanging out with you and then I remembered that you had my De La Soul cd."
":::sounds of him talking to someone in the background, giggling, having fun:::"
"Hey. Boy-child. I'm making a bitter "give me my shit back asshole" kind of phone call. You sit there and listen, dammit."
"nevermind. Just leave the cd in electronics tomorrow morning and I'll get it."
See? no appreciation for my scathing wit.