Who doesn't love a Fat Boy?

Hey there.  Miss me?  I got distracted for about a year. Sorry.  Anyway, here's a pretty good story...

I have a new coworker named Nikki. She's from Jamaica and really nice.  When I found out it was her birthday, I invited her over for dinner because spending your birthday alone in a new place is no fun.
At some point between lasagna and birthday cake, the conversation turned to the topic of ice cream and how many ice cream places there are in town.  As my roommates listed them off, I reminded them that there is also a Casper's factory a few miles away, where you can purchase large boxes of factory seconds (i.e. malformed ice cream sandwiches deemed unfit for commercial sale) at a discounted price.   But before I had fully explained the concept or the fact that Casper's signature product is the "Fat Boy" ice cream sandwich, I turned to my roommate and casually suggested, "Hey...we should go for a drive this weekend and pick up some reject fat boys."

Nikki looked perplexed and a bit worried.  A roommate quickly chimed in with, "Oh, yeah, they're really cheap." Then a second roommate, "I used to do that all the time."  Then a third roommate, "Mmmm. Sounds good."

Now Nikki looked horrified.  Suddenly, it clicked that she had no context for this conversation.  I replayed the recent series of statements in my head and burst out laughing.  Her expression went back to confusion.  "Oh, no...Nikki..." I gasped between waves of giggles.  My roommates had caught on and were laughing too.  "It's...a...a... Fat Boy is an ice cream sandwich...not...ahahahahahahahaha."  I ran for the freezer where we happened to have an actual Fat Boy to show her.  Nikki's disgust and confusion melted into relief and amusement. "Oh!  I see.  That other thing didn't sound like you."  

So, let that be a lesson to you.  Context is crucial...and Fat Boys are awesome.