He keeps calling me that, too...

Me: *playing Skyrim* Ham shank? HAM SHANK?! You're lucky you're fucking IMMORTAL right now, or else I'd KILL YOU NOW, YOU ASSHOLE!!!!
Boyfriend: Aaw... poor Ham shank.

CHEESE FOR EVERYONE!!!

Me: *doing a Thieves' Guild quest* Take all the valuable items? WHY AREN'T YOU POINTING AT THE CHEESE?!
Boyfriend: *laughs* It's udderly gold!
Me: ... I hate you...

They're not similar at all!

Boyfriend: Oh yeah, I forgot Uggle-shlub-bluh-blub is at the college.
Me: ... What?!
Boyfriend: You know, Uggle-shlub-bluh-blub, the... transcendental meditationist.
Me: *stare*
Boyfriend: Librarian! They're similar.

Oh Shadowmere, you so crazy... and homicidal

Boyfriend: He's like, 'Fuck it, I'm a horse, I'mma kill everything.'

I love Skyrim...

Video game: Huh? Who's there?
Boyfriend: Hi, my name's Dovah... Dovah Kiin. I'm new to the neighborhood. I just thought I'd stop by and SHOOT YOU IN THE FACE!

Um... When is that, exactly?

Boyfriend: Every now and then, you just have to give into temptation, and attempt to ride an elk.

It's... true...?

Me: Huh?
Boyfriend: *playing Skyrim* I said I'm not about to leave without looting.
Me: Ah! See, I thought you said you're not about to leave without leaving, and that made NO sense.
Boyfriend: It doesn't make any sense... if you're a BUNNY!
Me: *stare*
Boyfriend: What?