Periodically I start a goal of making Mormon friends. The fact that I have to renew this goal on a biannual basis should indicate how successful I usually am at these ventures.
Recently some churchsters invited me over for dinner, so I went. Our host was wearing a wrinkly, undersized shirt, and at one point one of his former roommates remarked, straight-faced, "Do you own an iron, Billy?"
I couldn't help it - I piped up with, "Wow, that is phenomenally ---" (and at this point I realize I can't say bitchy, considering the company, but jeez, is there a synonym for bitchy that will work as well in this context?) ... "girly," I finish lamely.
This, of course, wrecked the joke, and led at least one person to wonder if we were talking about flat irons.