Many years ago, I went to a locksmith mid-summer seminar. When I got home, my wife (of blessed memory) asked me how it went. I told her that it went fine but I didn’t sleep well. She asked me why and I told her that I don’t like sleeping alone. She suggested that I get a blowup doll. “Oh, really?” I told her that the blowup dolls have holes in them. She wanted to know what kind of holes. I said, “You have holes, they have holes.” She immediately changed her mind and said I couldn’t get a blowup doll.
Me and my big mouth.