Lucky Travel Lizard: Where we going today, Chief Picks-a-lot-of-boogers?
Me: We are going to the coastal town of Gautier.
Lucky Travel Lizard: Like Jean-Paul?
Me: No. We pronounce it like go-shay. And the town of Saucier we pronounce like so-shay.
Lucky Travel Lizard: Well, isn't that so-gay! And terrifically uninteresting, but not surprising that Mississippians have been bastardizing one of the most beautiful Romance languages for 200 years.
Me: Laissez les bons temps rouler!
Lucky Travel Lizard: Did you just call me a motherfucker!?
Me: Hey, how do you like your new rock garden?
Lucky Travel Lizard: Oh, is that what it is? I've been calling it the Dashboard Tray of Death every time you take a corner at speed. Thought you might be getting some kind of psychotic thrill out of watching me scramble for my life, Emperor Commodius.
Me: His name was Commodus. Anyway, I thought you might like the scenery. Or you can talk to them.
Lucky Travel Lizard: Can I? Can I? Rocks don't talk, Emperor Dumbassius!