A woman I know called me up recently laughing her head off. She'd seen a commercial on television where a guy mistakenly brushes his teeth one morning with buttpaste instead of the tooth variety. Her young daughter asked what the paste was, and she explained. Then the daughter said "Oh, that's what daddy had me buy that time." She asked for an explanation, and learned that several years ago when she had sent her husband to the drug store for some Preparation H, he'd been too embarrassed to buy it, so he sent their daughter into the store to buy the stuff.
I know a woman whose ex-husband made great sport of occasions when she'd drop *ahem* ladytime products in the shopping cart. He'd take it like a football and run down the aisle, throwing the box back at her while yelling "go long!"
Went fishing Sunday night, and the sky was overcast and things cooled off nicely. The lake was windy and I fished with a crappie pole from the shore. I used some stinky discoball bait blobs with red glitter, but the fish stayed away in droves. My hook was robbed aplenty, but no fish would I catch, alas. I think the sparkles would have worked better if the sun had been brighter, but I was happy with cooler dimness and no fish than I would have been to catch a passel in direct sun and brutal heat.
To my dismay, I was informed that I don't get a refund on my fishing license if I never catch any fish. *harumph*