So today on The Poprah, Beeki was watching couples going through marriage troubles because one of them lost their job, their six-figure income, and their butler. The economy is forcing them to... *gasp*... do their own laundry!

But there was this one couple that disagreed over why the wife was so unhappy after she lost her job. The husband said, "Ummm... I think it's all in her head."

Beeki looks at me and says, "Uh-uh. You do not out your wife on Oprah."

To which I responded with a series of statements that went like this:

"Oprah... I think Beeki's crazy."

"Oprah... I think Beeki's nuts."

"Oprah... I think Beeki's cuckoo."

"Oprah... I blame Beeki's sleep toots for my morning confusion and fleeting psychosis."

We found this funny... but only because we both knew that if I actually said those things to The Poprah, I'd die. A horrible painful death. Assisted by women everywhere.