(Fiction Friday is on sabbatical until NaNoWriMo is over.)
In its place, an old joke I found lying around:
A young bride and groom are undressing on their wedding night when the bride notices that her new husband has very odd-looking knees.
"What happened?" she asks.
"I had the kneesles," he says.
"Don't you mean measles?"
"No," he said, "kneesles."
Next, he takes of his shirt and she notices he has lumps all over his torso. She again asks what happened.
"I had the lumps," he says.
"Don't you mean mumps?" she asks.
"No, the lumps."
Finally, he takes off his shorts.
"Don't tell me," she says. "Small cox?"
(Sorry, guys! Humor is a harsh mistress.)