I'm sitting at the computer doing a little work when I begin tuning in to what my ABs are discussing on watch.... AB1: You need to get a jar and put some gold and a leech in it.

AB2: What kind of gold?

AB1: Gold! Gold!

AB2: What, like a chain?

AB1: Yes! Gold!

AB2: mmmm

AB1: You take out the jar and you bury it. At sunset! You leave it there for 40 days.

AB2: 40 days?! That's over a month! I'll already be dead!!!!!!

AB1: After 40 days you dig it up. There will be like an oil in there.

AB2: Well, what about my chain?

AB1: It's gone! The leech ate it!

AB2: How the hell am I going to find a leech?! It's going to bite me to shit!

AB1: You just need to get that leech....don't you have any rivers or something?

AB2: I don't want a bite....

AB1: Well, when you dig up the jar you'll be glad you did it. A jar, some gold and a leech.

ME: (at this point I had to pipe up) What the hell are you guys talking about?

AB1: Magic oil from a jar, some gold and a leech.

ME: I get that but, what do you do with the oil?

AB1: You rub it on you.

ME: Yeah...but, what does it do?!

AB1: It's a love potion.

AB2: Shiiiiit....get outta here.

AB1: You gotta be careful - it can be dangerous.

AB2: Dangerous?!

AB1: Yes. You put it on and then people are deadly attracted to you.

AB2: Why is that dangerous?

AB1: Well....they're attracted to you!

AB2: Well what about your Mom or Sister?!

ME: Well....you wouldn't touch them right? Because that would be weird....

AB1: First you need to know the poem cause you have to say it when you bury the jar.

AB2: Shhhiiiiitttttt.

AB1: Yeah, the poem is the secret.

AB2: Whats the poh-eem.

AB1 / ME: chuckling at AB1s pronunciation of the word poem

AB2: I know I say it weird! I'm from the South, alright?!

AB1: Listen, just do it. You need to get that jar buried with the leech! You'll be glad you did.

ME: I realize that sometimes my life is so weird and figure I better get back to work and tune them back out.