I said to her, "Judging by the look on your face you're going, because when you're coming you look like a friggen squirrel

trying to whistle!"

😱

How would you know?

[whip]

Really depends on what I ate.

Come on ice cream!

I heard that joke many moons ago.

But I'll never forget one fortunate incident at a trade show.

Some friends and colleagues and a client or two were all hanging near the bar after a long show.

Three of them were retelling the unusual sight of the night before: A man sitting alone at the bar eating a bowl of spicy wings and a bowl of ice cream.

When I realized they were not telling the joke but were instead perplexed by this man's choice of food pairings, I was able to calmly explain the reason why (with your punchline above).

It couldn't have been more perfect than if a priest and a rabbi actually came into the bar later that night.

True story.

Now that's disgusting.