living with the foof is awesome, because sometimes stuff like this transpires:
[i walk into the apartment. the foof is sitting at his computer desk in one of the common rooms.]
foof: you're looking dykey today.
me: yeah, i just got my hair cut. it was getting long.
foof: you're the dykiest dyke who ever dyked.
me: except for the fact that i also like to sleep with men.
me: you can be dykey and be bisexual...however, i don't think a bisexual can be the dykiest dyke who ever dyked.