-Um, Mary, there's something floating in my tea. --Nothing to worry about, dear. That's just the roofie I slipped in it. It'll dissolve in no time.
Ah...the days of yore. I remember sitting there, bare breasts all akimbo and randy as all get out. The baby got out of his cage and began flying around the room and we wondered... if drinking out of lead cups was such a good idea, after all.