At a funeral last week someone mentioned ratcatching. I piped up, without thinking of how it sounded (yeah right...) "I had a 10 inch one in my butt last summer".
Lil's son splutted on his guinness. He stage whispered to me, very theatrically (he's gay by the way) "So did I - but don't tell my grandmother"....
That's a good one salla - hope you don't get reported. A case of foot in mouth disease without a doubt. There was a crowd of young kids in my kitchen the other day and I inadvertently said something about someone's knob, meaning their head (common usage in my day). Everyone sniggered and looked at me through "funny" eyes. I exited promptly but damage was done.