Ich bin ein Wiener.
They’ve figured this out already. The oldest chose that for a report in school. And wanted to read it out loud. Not sure if they let him though.
A wieeeener, with wieeeener flaaaavour!!!
Wiener, weiner
Weener, whiner
Let’s call the whole thing off
-with apologies to Ira Gershwin
Pardon me Inigo, I seem to have bumped your weiner.
Sorry about that.
His name is Inigo Montoya. You bumped his wiener. Prepare to die.
I would only be worried if I hadn’t studied my Agrippa, which I have.
It’s a distinctive advantage to work on one’s Agrippa when dealing with one’s weiner.