... Indeed?

Boyfriend: It's a vicious cycle... of a fish... a fishious cycle...

Don't forget piscine cats...

TV: I was chasing a feline cat.
Me: Yes, a FELINE cat, as opposed to a canine cat.
Boyfriend: Yes, you have to be specific, or else soon there'll be weasel cats, and badger cats, and airplane cats... and that's just not good for anybody.

That's... creepy

Me: *talking about typing* Well I don't keep my fingers in the proper place, I move them around.
Boyfriend: Yeah, I usually keep them attached to my elbows.
Me: *stare*
Boyfriend: What? I move them around.

... Why?

Boyfriend: I hope your all ducks with the bing-bong.

Thank you Dragon Age...

Me: NUG CRUSHER!!!
Boyfriend: Nug crusher?
Me: It crushes nugs.

She's the REAL archdemon...

Boyfriend: What bothers me the most about the radial menu is your mother's a whore.

And the new year starts with a butt...

Boyfriend: Butt swan.
Me: *stare*
Boyfriend: What? Butt swans are a major problem in this day and age.