Hon Rosie's 12th Baby shower

          Tarquin pulled the ribbon off the first gift. "well m'dear, we got a nice metal thingamagum! Metal diaper perhaps, wot?"

Hon Rosie snatched the gift from him.

"It's a blinking' chastity belt flopears, about bally time too!"

Tarquin ticked off the last tally mark, on their long list of gifts.

"That makes fourteen boxes of that there Trojan, nine packets of birth control, and eh, a funny looking vial! V-I-A-G-R-A?" eh, wots that gel?"

Tarquin lifted the vial and popped the cork.

"Why, I'm positively parched- I'll take this 'ere wine..."

"---No Tarquin NO!"

Rosie leapt to retrieve the bottle, but Tarquin down it in a single gulp. In response Rosie clasped the chastity belt about her.

"Why my dear, you have no idea how positively alluring that is on you! What say we um... celebrate our new young'un!"

"For gosh sakes, Tarquin, keep your tunic on!"
Needless to say there was another baby shower a short time later.