Snitching a pack of peanut M&M’s off the tables, WG came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.

“You smell like peanuts!” I said.

WG stood with his arms around me for a moment before I realized he was holding his breath.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Holding my breath.  I didn’t want you to have to smell my peanuts.”

(If you don’t see what’s funny about that, try saying it out loud.  You”ll get it.)