Well, me 'n' my boyfriend have this thing about pure evil not being ticklish. And, back when he was gay, I would lick him every once in awhile, like, you know, "taste the rainbow". The reason why I kept doing it was cause he was an addictive rainbow. But, since he became my boyfriend, I've stopped licking him, cause the flavor's diluted now.
And then, since he's 6'4" and I'm 5'1" (almost), he'd like, press down on my head sometimes and say, "Squishy short person!" And I, in return, would leap upon him screaming, "TINY NINJA!!" Yeah, we don't do that so much anymore.
The majorest inside joke, which you are all welcome to join in on, is the Roy Brigade. Basically, you just say Roy every once in awhile, utterly at random. Roy. It can be used as a greeting, punctuation, an interjection, a metasyntactic variable, or a way to find other members of the Brigade in large crowds. ("ROY!" ... "ROY!") Our slogan is "it's cooler than Fred" and our Madame President is named Princess White (this is sadly true, though she does plan to someday change her name to Melinda or something). Why Roy, you ask? Well, allow me to refer you to our slogan. Actually, it started with some video game character (as opposed to Marth) and spread from there, with the realization that lots of awesome people are named Roy. Such as Roy Orbison (which is really the only example you need). Anyway, so, yeah. Feel free to join. Roy.
Anyway, those are just some of our inside jokes. I haven't even mentioned the really weird ones... like, "Don't ask, I'll explain" or "People are a******s, but cake is fun!", or, "Jesus in a bucket", or, "Dude. There's a ceiling up there." (which is really only something I say.)
Roy.
Oh yeah, and me and my dad have this thing, where if one of us says, "never mind," the other one says, "nevermore," and then we carry on alternating with things that rhyme with nevermore, like "might as well snore," "my dear Lenore," "mop the floor," whatever.
