My mother, who rarely sends me forwards, sent me this today:
So there you are, throwing your very first dinner party. Your parents are there, your in laws are there, grandma and her new beau, your favorite Boston Marriage aunts, the republican uncle, even your boss and her husband. You're settling in for a nice relaxing evening surrounded by friends, when in walks Scruff...
Ouch. That would even embarass me.
Okay, I may have embellished the first part, but I swear the picture isn't mine! Also, my first thought was "ew, it's a Realistic Cock, let the dog have it!"