One of my favorite games to play with (on) my husband is to come up with some completely nonsensical phrase and ask him if he knows (wink wink) what it means . . . as if it's something perverted. Given the fact that I spend my days talking about sex more than the average person, he ALWAYS assumes that I know all sorts of strange and bizarro terms and acts.
Heee Heee -- I love it when he clamps his hands over his ears and hums loudly, just in case I decide to tell him what the phrase means.
Call it an occupational hazard.
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