As soon as the newlyweds returned from their honeymoon, the young bride called her mother, who lived a couple of hours away.
“How did everything go?” her mom asked.
“Oh, mother,” she began, “The honeymoon was wonderful! So romantic, we had a terrific time.
But, mother, on our way back, Andy started using really horrible language.
Stuff I’d never heard before. Really terrible four-letter words.
You’ve got to come get me and take me home. Please, Mother!” the new bride sobbed over the telephone.
“But, honey,” the mother countered, “What four-letter words?”
“I can’t tell you, mother, they’re too awful! Come get me, please!”
“Darling, you must tell me what has gotten you so upset…
Tell mother what four-letter words he used.”
Still sobbing, the bride said, “Mother, words like dust, wash, iron, cook.”
