We were getting into the shower when she said, "I hope my twatty machine is working. I mean, I hope it's charged."
"What?"
"I hope my twatty machine is charged."
Rather than go into the details of how I deciphered this one I'll just explain from the beginning.
Some time ago I caught My Lovely Wife using my hair clippers to trim her ... er ... private places. I was less than happy about this so we bought a separate one for that, a beard trimmer. My Wife forgot the word "beard" and also "trimmer" and thus substituted "twatty machine." So you see, the beard trimmer is now a twatty machine. See how simple this is?
Sounds like some torture device from "Barbarella" doesn't it?
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