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Immediately upon returning from their honeymoon, the bride phoned her mother who lived a couple of hours away.

"How was everything?" her mother asked.

"Oh Mom, the honeymoon was so wonderful and romantic. We had a terrific time," she replied. "On our way back, though, Bill started using really awful language. He said things I'd never heard before. Terrible four-letter words. Please Mom, you have to come and get me and take me home."

"But dear, I don't understand. What four-letter words?" her mother asked.

"I can't repeat them, Mother. They're just too awful. Please come get me, please!" she sobbed.

"Darling, please tell me what has gotten you so upset. What four-letter words did he use? Tell me," her mother asked again.

Still sobbing, the bride said, "Words like iron, dust, cook, wash ... "
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