Father Muskrat: Oh my. I’ve seen posters hanging at the post office depicting more innocent-looking people than you appear today. What’s up?
Countessa: Well…see…it’s been a few years, but I sorta committed adultery, I think.
FM: What? Like being “sorta ” gay? Or “sorta” pregnant? Or “sorta” Republican?
Countessa: Funny you should suggest such: I slept with my [...]
