"Sorry," says I, "It's not your Good Food Magazine, it's pornography under a food cover." I flipped it open, planning to use my powers of improvisation to make whatever's there sound rude.
Quiche, tartlets and... a strawberry tart. What can you do with material like that? That's already a double entendre.
But this isn't just a rambling personal anecdote, it's an introduction to The Always Amusing Euphemism Generator which, as you might expect creates random euphemisms. Let's see:
| Halfway through the project, Frank looked like he had been|
wrangling the buttery yak.
Q: Oh great and powerful Always Amusing Euphemism Generator, answer this question that lies closest to my heart and that the fate of thousands rests on - the girl that I really really like, yeah? Does she, you know, like me at all?
| I couldn't believe my best friend was actually|
savoring the sheets.