Me: *biting into an oreo* Uncle Joe, these Oreos are cold.

      Uncle Joe: Damn right they are.

      ~

     * I decided to add in the rest of the conversation about cold Oreos because it is so hilarious*

    Me:  *examining the oreo* Why are they cold?

     Uncle Joe: You know, cold Oreos with cold milk.

     Me: *thinking* uh, okay. . .

     Uncle Joe: *In a more feminine voice* Cold hands, warm heart.