Speaking as someone who spent the first ten years of her life in dire fear lest she pick up her mother’s pinking shears and use them to cut something other than fabric, that is officially fackin’ funny. I am going to use that on someone!
I’m a sir (tho’ I sleep in fear, just in case), and you may. I’ve got to agree with Happy Lendervedder’s point; and the absence of the hyphen altogether produces a disturbing ambiguity.
I’m seeing a whole new side of Howard Johnson’s, too…