"Yeah, she had a pretty deadpan delivery," he blandly agreed with Steven, "but they changed tweets to Xes, so your ex-wife's twat has been retconned into an X-twat, an ex-X-twat of sorts."
The flyer proclaimed that the brothel was having a two-for-one special the rest of the month, with a parenthetical reminder to ask about their group rates.
Looking at the business card laying on the counter, "Chore Magic? What is that?" her best friend asked. Red-faced, she responded "My topless cleaning service..."
*Knock Knock* "Hello Madam, we're from the Neighborhood Block Watch and we're taking a survey on whether folks think Mrs. Showey should install blinds on her bedroom window..."
"Well, I hope you learned a lesson about sexualizing every holiday," she tutted as she rummaged around for a handsaw, "And that trying to fuck a knothole in a tree is not the way Arbor Day should be celebrated!"