At dinner that night, Jennings pawed desultorily at his steak and curly fries. His wife Millie had curled them herself, so she thought it was pretty tight that he didn't thank her.
"Dude, you could at least say thanks," she complained.
"Yeah," said Danny, their 4-year-old son.
"Look, team," said Jennings, "Daddy's got a very tough rug to munch this month. I couldn't soften that twat with Woolite, if you know what I mean. I feel like a used tampon. Emhasis mine," he added, winking at Danny.
Later in the evening, eating Millie out with gusto, Jennings suddenly stopped his furious lapping. Millie watched his glistening face rise over her mons horizon like a Gibbous moon.
"Mmmm," said Jennings, "This is much too rich. I couldn't eat another bite. I mean, get that vag away from me!"