« Bubba Yaga, » he evoked.

« Bubba cuts your hair in the holler, » I observed.

« Do you know what a holler is? » he asked.

« I think so, » I replied.

« I asked once, » he continued. « Answer: a holler place between two hills. »

« You asked Bubba? » I inquired, wild-eyed with wonder.

« I have family in Kentucky, » he explained. « One uncle lives in a holler. I think I'll make soup this weekend. »

« I am totally quoting you in my blog, » I warned him.

« Cool, » he grunted, expanding to fill the room.

He said, « People are so, so stupid! If you let the government tell you what you can do in regards to abortion, how long until they tell you how much sleep you have to get or who you can marry? »

I quipped, « I hear that slippery slope arguments are invalid these days. »

She noted, « Ever since Vatican II. »