Miss Dimity today journeyed to the local Temple of Mercantile Delights and purchased a decorative coconut mat for the back entrance of her domicile. (Please, no ‘rear entry’ jokes; Miss Dimity spank!)
Miss Dimity’s gentleman companion, upon seeing the mat asked, “What is it?” To which Miss Dimity replied, “It is a coconut mat. Like the presiding member of the male anatomy, it needs to be taken out every so often and beaten off.”
The resulting silence was most edifying.
