Het blijft hilarisch: Things my girlfriend and I have argued about.

Margret is sitting at this computer (which is in the attic room, incidentally) typing something. I’m flopped in a chair close by with a paper and pad, scribbling away at a bit of work.
I pause and say to her, ‘Tortoise and turtle is the same word in German, isn’t it?’
She stops typing, reaches over, pulls off one of my Birkenstock shoes, throws it down through trapdoor (I hear it thud below, then flip-flop down the stairs) and returns to her typing. All in a single, silent movement.
Your guess is as good as mine, frankly.