“Remember that gay film Julian did years ago where he was wearing a tangerine speedo on the cover?” my friend asked.
“No, sorry, missed that one,” I replied.
“Oh, it was great! I wonder if his kid will come out in a tangerine speedo, too!”
“Listen,” I shot back, “the probability of that happening are quite slim.”
“Yeah, I know, but wouldn’t that be a fucking hoot if it did happen?”
“I suppose it would.”