As soon as the newlyweds returned from their
honeymoon, the young bride called her mother, who lived a couple of hours away.
"How did everything go?" her mom asked. "Oh, mother," she
began, "The honeymoon was wonderful! So romantic, we had a terrific time.
But, mother, on our way back, Tunde started using really horrible language,
stuff I'd never heard before. Really terrible four-letter words. You've got to
come get me and take me home. Please, Mother!" the new bride sobbed over
the telephone. "But, honey," the mother countered, "What
four-letter words?" "I can't tell you, mother, they're too awful!
Come get me, please!" "Darling, you must tell me what has gotten you
so upset.... Tell mother what four-letter words he used." Still sobbing,
the bride said, "Mother, words like dust, wash, iron, cook."
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