Which makes me imagine the following one-panel cartoon:
Two guys are naked in the gym shower. Both are old, fat, bald, ugly, and have tiny dicks. One is saying to the other “My wife just isn’t interested in sex anymore; do they have a pill for that?”
Went down to the sea-shore this past weekend. Went on a dolphin cruise. Saw a mess of dolphins.* There was a trough–full of sea-water–in the middle of the boat where the crew would put critters they netted. The leader IDed one as a spider crab. I wanted to see a reaction from someone, anyone, so I sang:
Spider crab, spider crab, does whatever a spider crab does…
Nuthin.
And you thought dolphins travelled in pods; nah, it’s a mess of dolphins.
The woman in the jury marshaling room told us it was lunchtime and proceeded to list a bunch of restaurants in the area. One was a Vietnamese noodle soup place, and she was able to say the word for the soup, but she could not bring herself to say the name of the restaurant, “Phở King”.
When I was younger, my friends and I would entertain ourselves by finding a small corner grocery store, then driving around the block over and over. Each circuit, one of us would exit the vehicle, walk in the store, and without a word, purchase a two-liter of Mountain Dew and a can of Spam. Lather, rinse, repeat for a station wagon full of high-school sophomores.