A young couple returned from their honeymoon, and the bride immediately called her mother, sobbing hysterically.
“How was the honeymoon, darling?” the mother asked, worried.
“Oh, Mom, the honeymoon was wonderful and so romantic!” the bride wept. “But as soon as we got back, Sam started using the most horrible, disgusting language! Things I’ve never heard before! He keeps throwing around all these awful four-letter words! You’ve got to come take me home!”
“Sarah, calm down,” her mother said. “What could be so awful? Tell me, what four-letter words?”
“Please don’t make me say them, Mom! I’m too embarrassed, they are just too vulgar!”
“Darling, you must tell me what has you so upset. Trust your mother.”
Still crying, the bride finally choked them out: “Oh, Mom… they were words like dust, wash, iron, and cook!”
