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 | Your husband Bill is dead. He was trying to whip off a quick one to some tasteful Victorian erotica, when suddenly he was decapitated with a chainsaw. | |
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| I knew this tasteful Victorian erotica was the scourge of our male chauvinist society. And now it has caught up with Bill. | |
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| Did you hear about Bill? He touched his penis other than to...you know..."urinate", and now he's dead. | |
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| Yes, if Bill had spent more time urinating than he did in disgraceful self-gratification, he might still be alive. | |
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| Mr. Girdwilly, I move that all male employees be forbidden to ever touch their penises, except just long enough for them to urinate. | |
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| You're fired. Clear your desk and get the f#*k out of here. | |
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