Last night, lillypond (a/k/a my sister) and I had dinner with Team E—. Nice Lebanese food at Hoda's. The service was indifferent but the atmosphere was pleasant and we enjoyed the mix of appetizers we shared as our group dinner.
In the course of the meal, we got on to some weird riff about them milking tiny little goats in the kitchen. The distaff member of Team E— said something about nano-goats. I made an obvious pun using the name of a certain deeply infamous Internet site. This earned me a swift punch in the arm from the other member of Team E—, who happened to be sitting next to me.
lillypond and Ms. E. stared at the two of us boys, neither of them catching the reference. We hemmed and hawed, and I finally said, "Well, it's one of those things that if you know it, you can't ever unsee the horror, and if you don't know it, thank God for that." Then I referenced a certain deeply infamous Internet short film concerning two young ladies and their drinking cup, of much the same ilk.
Whereupon Mr. E. punched me three more times in rapid succession.
(And if you don't know what I'm talking about, get down on your knees and thank whatever God you do or don't believe in that your brain is as yet uncontaminated.)