Today was brioche class time. I like to teach my folks to, “Yarn front, slip it, give it a friend, put together the friends.”
At some point, my brain went straight to the dark place. My favorite place. My home.
It’s important to remember that while I may tend to attract clientele not unlike myself, I do still attract wonderful little old ladies or the sweet but silent younger folk who are likely less innocent than they’ve convinced me they are.
So I had to read the room. I really wanted the darkness to pop around the corner and give everyone a solid startle, but three of the five were still squarely in the innocent place. The other two have absolutely lost (nay, gained?) their shine and like good little sinners they hung around after class.
Them: “Okay I voted for human knitipede.”
Me: “Oh, so give him a friend, then fuse his mouth to the other guy’s butthole.”
Them: “Pretty much! Yours?”
Me: *convinced I’m going to hell* “Get her pregnant, abort the baby.”
Them: *cute but evil giggles*
Them 2: *cackling* “Oh I like that.”
Them: “Yeah I don’t think that would’ve landed well.”
Know thine audience.