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Well yeah I understand why. As soon as you step out all the people will come running yelling about, "Whiskey Tits is here!"

Kind of like the ice cream man, but different, and far more perverse.

I wish I had married someone called whisky-tits. As long as it wasn't a bloke in a fur coat right enough

Be careful what you wish for. There's no way that would come true without a catch.

Too late, I've wished the wish. Yeek!!