Doughnuts. Again.

Donkey:  [Calling on way home from dentist] Hypothetically speaking ... if the car drove me to Krispy Kreme, would you be interested in a doughnut?
Me:  Hypothetically, is the Pope Catholic?
Donkey:  Well, hypothetically speaking, would you encourage me to get a half dozen, or one each?
Me:  Hypothetically, a half dozen.
Donkey:  Thought so.
Me:  Each.
Donkey:  Whoa Nelly. Apple Fritter?
Me:  Yeh.
Donkey:  They've got Cinnamon Apple ...
Me: Hold on. Are we still speaking hypothetically? You just skidoo-ed past "hypothetical" with "they've got".  Yes to cinnamon apple.
Donkey:  Chocolate cream filled?
Me:  Abso-bloody-lutely.
Donkey: That's dinner sorted.
Me: That explains a hell of a lot. Donkey, you need a 12-step program.
Donkey: Well, we have to test your new molar.
Me:  You have no control.
Donkey: I don't hear any complaints from the other end of the phone.
Me:  I stand by my man.
Donkey: Ain't love grand?