“I wanna #*%$# you.” my sister said to me recently.
I was momentarily caught off guard. I looked in her eyes for any inclination of sarcasm or facetiousness.
“Um, what? Did I hear you correctly?”
“Your uni-brow. It needs to be plucked.”
I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief as I released my sister as an incestuous vulture.
“Why, what did you think I said?” she asked.
“What rhymes with pluck?” I replied.
She instantly started laughing. “Oh my God. Um, no!”
“Yeah, you stupid plucker. Stay away from me.”