So, this morning I'm lying in bed reading the newspaper, and my significant other comes into the room. She'd been ironing and watching the news on tv. She remarked, "Wow, Deep Throat died."
I said, "Huh! The guy or the woman?"
She said, "The guy ..." and looked at me, puzzled.
"Who, Harry? Isn't he kinda young?" It was my turn to be puzzled. Harry Reems can't be more than 60-something.
"No, you dope! Mark Felt!"
"Oh! THAT Deep Throat!"
She laughed at me, and I blushed. Actually, then I had to laugh at me. Ain't love a beautiful thang?