Cuz I am one Classy guy

FCC and I were visiting Rev. Candy to drop off the bulletins for this Sunday, when we heard her teen aged son Hamlet, get up, go to the bathroom, and close the door.

"Ah," said I in a voice most refined, "Hamlet, must be preforming his morning ablutions."

Now, most people would have stopped right there, but I had to go on to say, "Now that sounds better than 'going for piddle', doesn't it?"

As FCC gently, but steadily banged her head on the edge of the coffee table, the Rev. agreed that the phrase "morning ablutions" had a certain...sophistication.

You will have to excuse me. FCC needs a fresh compress for her forehead.

Later, Mushers!