At breakfast this morning with my brother and pregnant sister-in-law, she remarked that he ought to stop picking on her and start giving her massages.
I playfully slapped him with my large Big Boy menu (no pun intended), then said "Yeah, come on! Do work, son!"
I love it when people catch the Rob & Big references I drop.
In a related story, Mini Horse has a myspace.
He needs to be my friend.