Nim: I had to go to the groomer yesterday.
Con: I hate to go to the groomer!

Nim: Tell me about it. I even tried to talk my way out of it by saying I was like Samson and that cutting my hair would weaken me.

Con: How'd that work out?
Nim: Not well.

Nim: She just smiled and showed me her nametage. It read "Delilah."
Con: Ooooooooo!