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Last night my Christmas Cracker had a plastic whistle in it. Of course, I made sure to make extensive use of it at the party. I even hung it around my neck. My wife tried to make me get rid of it.
"I can't," I said. "I need it for safety."
She looked incredulous.
"It's my rape whistle."
"You don't need a rape whistle."
I'm not sure if I'm reassured, or insulted.
"I can't," I said. "I need it for safety."
She looked incredulous.
"It's my rape whistle."
"You don't need a rape whistle."
I'm not sure if I'm reassured, or insulted.