The scene is the kitchen; Keen is doing dishes, I’m running in and out doing something or other.

Keen: “Hey, could you stir my bacon?”

Me:  “What?! Oh.  Oh, yeah…” (me, stirring the pot of bacon cooking for chili) “Wow, for a minute there that just, somehow, sounded really dirty.”

Keen: “What did?”

Me:  “You know, ‘Hey baby, stir my bacon.’”

Keen:  “I’d like you to stir my bacon.”

Me:  “Yeah, I bet you would.”

Long pause

Me:  “Which part anatomically would be the bacon?”