“can you guffaw?” he asks
  quite seriously. “i mean really,
  what the hell is a guffaw?”

a hearty, boisterous burst of
  laughter, i answer.

“thank you webster, but
  like, who guffaws anymore?”
  he continues, a beer in
  one hand, a pretzel in
  the other, trying to sound
  intelligent despite his
  slurred speech.

i would, were this discussion
  any more ridiculous…

jackass, i reply.

“does anyone even say
  guffaw anymore?”